vw, bebe, get sleep.
Tomorrow, send your dad an email saying that you got his email and you don't want him to think that you're blowing him off, but you're not able to answer the question until you've had a chance to consider your schedule.
Send your prof an email to apologize. Talk to your therapist about whether s/he thinks giving you a medical excuse would be appropriate in the circumstances. And
do not withdraw from the class yet.
If that's what it comes to after you've gotten a bunch of rest and considered things when you're not panicking, so be it, but I assure you, a late paper is NOT NOT NOT NOT the seal of doom. They happen all the time, with a lot less reason than you have.
But first? Get sleep.
{{{vw}}} Take care. I hope the feeling passes and you don't have to go into the hospital. Much ~ma to you.
I feel apart today myself. I didn't go to class, which means I now have to make up an exam at the end of the semester. I feel like I am falling apart (again) and I just can't pull myself back together. Teacup Guy is headed over here tonight. I don't want him to see what a mess I can be, but I do want to see him.
But first? Get sleep.
I took a three hour drug-induced nap this afternoon. It didn't help as much as I was hoping. Emily went into work late to stay with me till I was able to talk to my therapist (have I mentioned recently how amazing Emily is? 'Cause she is), then J came over for a while till I was sleepy/relaxed enough to sleep. Now I need to make it till Emily gets home from class at around 10.
Send your prof an email to apologize.
This is tomorrow, right? 'Cause right now I just don't even know what I'd say to him.
Everything is tomorrow. Except the sleep.
VW, amych is wise.
You can make it, and Emily will be home before too much longer.
And we'll be here all night.
vw, put everything on hold until tomorrow.
Dave's here. He is going to go get the food since I didn't cook, and I got a good cry out. The Sox are winning so far too.
Hec - The A's and Macha have parted ways...rumors say Geren or Washington might replace him.
VW, I wish to provide distraction for you. I have no new baby pictures with which to distract you (though I have a napping--finally--baby next to me right now), but I have the very cute picture of what Terry Pratchett signed in her copy of Where's My Cow.
I am raising a geekbaby, yes I am.
(And now I vanish for a little bit, to pick up Paul.)
