Pursuing Calefaction

But it’s what I’m doing right now anyway. It’s the end of the semester, and everything is due. And I feel like a completely incompetent failure. The only way I got through my final semester in undergrad was by essentially crashing and burning; I had run out of meds that spring, and rode out the fall semester on guts and my flagging inertia. I went into this semester without meds (much, anyway), and it’s telling. I should not have done this without a larger base of support. Meds, one class at a time, a job so I’m not freaking out about money in addition to everything else…

Sorry, folks. I may be failing. But I’m not quitting.

On the plus side, I don’t bite my nails anymore. So there’s that.