At the moment I'm writing this, I'm eating my nibs chocolate bar from Belgium and MAN it is RICH. I'm going to need to get more milk to wash the rest of it down pretty soon. Well, that, and I love me my milk. Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm. Moo juice.
At work today I did the usual stuff. Except I left for my lunch period so I could run to the cash machine to take out some money, then I went to the post office to post some postcards to Sarah who's having a very very stressful semester and it seems to be getting worse the closer to finals it goes. Poor Sarah. Luckily for her, she's getting a Super Awesome Postcard featuring the penis of the Statue of David with sunglasses. You read that right. A penis with sunglasses. I'm sure she'll appreciate. Then I got some soup because all I had for lunch was a dinky sandwich made with a dinky bread roll and a bag of chips and that wasn't going to fill me up. So at the small convenience store, I got myself a can of beef and veggie soup. It was good.
I wowed Duncan's PA with my December travel plans as I prepared said soup. She was preparing her own lunch at the time too. Yep. I'm a travel girl. Better do it while I can, methinks.
Talked with Ryan via Gmail chat, who didn't know I was at work until I told him so. And it caused me to start to get stressed about things that are a week away and thus have time for. That's when the stress started as a little bean. I attempted to relieve this bean by playing Christmas music to myself. It worked for a while, but then I got tired of headphones. So I stopped.
Adrianna asked me to go to the post office again, and since it was so late in the afternoon, she said that I could go straight home when I finish if I wanted. So I went to the post office again, sent the packages, and off I went. Happy Friday to me!
Back home, the little bean of stress started to grow. It started with the fact that my desk was a pile of travel plans and no organization at all. Then it grew when I realized that my inbound flight to London from Madrid is a whole half a day earlier than the other girls'. I attempted to rectify this situation by going on Ryanair.com and checking to see if I can change my flight. But you can't change a flight online after you checked in, and I had checked in maybe two days ago. So I tried to call their call center, but they were closed for a holiday today. Then I cleaned my desk and started thinking about Paris and Linguistics and creative writing and Lillehammer and how early do I have to leave Lillehammer, and did I tell Hanne I'm taking the 6:00a train to Kobenhavn? Then I made pizza.
As the pizza was cooking, I called my Mental Mother (which my real mother in KT-Mind form, so she's probably a bit more liberal in her views but not as reassuring to talk to when I'm extremely homesick). I told her she should help me organize, and she did, but I still take credit for the idea. I took my list notebook, ripped out six pages, and labeled them with days I'm free for the next week. Then I started writing down things I should do on each day as I thought of them. The list was a lot smaller than I thought, but it helped relieve a lot of stress. And now I feel organized because I'm able to handle my stress now! Yay me!
I'm rewarding myself with the Belgium chocolate. I still have 2-1/2 (three at the time) chocolate bars of three different flavors, and I didn't know which flavor to eat. So I called Smoky to ask this very important question. He said "try the nibs because its different". My answer is, "It's very rich." He teased me about attacking the Prince and his wife as they were driving down Regent Street the other day. Then we teased that Europe will be glad to see me gone because I cause such a ruckus. Sweden should be worried. Not only do I have ancestral roots there, but I'll be alone. There won't be anyone to tell me I'm causing too much of a scene. And if Europe thought one Howard was enough, just wait until my brother comes. I'm not sure France and Germany can handle that. Germany especially.
So now I'm considerably chirper. I got my chocolate, I had my "KT, stop getting angry at babies on buses and other small things" chat with Smoky, I have yet to call home but that's coming.
I have yet to pack. But don't worry, I set aside a bunch of clothes for Madrid. It's supposed to be in the 60s down there. The 60s!!! It's going to be so warm!! And even if I miss half a day, so what? At least I can make my final Monday class then. And then have half a day more to finish my Linguistics paper. So it'll work out in the end. I just have to stop stressing and find my clean-and-organized happy place.
So the next time you see me stressing out, tell me to organize myself. Because this stressful freak out usually happens when I'm not organized.
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