Well, I guess everybody knows the opposite of stress is depression. I can feel it coming and I can't do anything about it. Rushing around trying to pretend I have something to do, but I really don't.Yesterday we took Vanessa to yoga, so played rball early in the day. Then I came home, worked on my final paper for class, made cookies, worked outside, made the quiche for supper, picked up Ray, watched some unsatisfying TV, and about 9 came upstairs and applied for some jobs at UGA.
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