When I was unpacking and decorating my room I jokingly wrote "Welcome to STRESS" on one of my whiteboards.
I must be psychic...
I hate not knowing what's going on. Not knowing where to go. Not knowing if I'm going to get in trouble. Not knowing if that was a stupid thing to say and now I'm being ridiculed.
I've discovered that if I have something specific I'm supposed to write it's very hard for me. My brain can't put stuff together unless there's inspiration behind it.
I think I'll have some Ramen... It's comfortably cool outside.
Plus it's a good way to procrastinate.