Today would have been Mom and Dad's 29th anniversary. Dad's in a funk--he didn't even look at me when I went out to say hi in the garage. He always gets like that around "dates" and I don't really get it because I don't get that way. On the anniversary of her death and the days leading up to it I generally just become reflective and maybe a little bit reclusive, but I don't ever totally shut down. Maybe it's different when it's your spouse. Poor Dad. He's had a rough go of it the past couple of years.
Life is so much better when you don't have to think about giving a presentation. I don't know why, but the older I get the more scared I become of speaking in public. The nerves started over a week ago and the past two nights I literally could not sleep because I was going over it in my head again and again. I think all day yesterday and today my heart rate was not normal. By the end of the day today my hands were already sweaty in anticipation and I swear while sitting in class waiting for my turn you could see my heart beat on my chest from across the room. The thing is, once I get going... I actually kind of like it. It's just mulling over it and waiting for it that gets me. I have been repeatedly taking deep breaths of relief since it's been over. Thank. God! In other news, I have one paper due tomorrow which is 95% done and another due on Friday which is still in the outline stage. I'm not sure how I can get 10 pages out of a philosophy, but I will try my h...
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