||[May. 23rd, 2002|01:00 pm]
|||||frustrated, can you tell?||]|
|||||None. The computer I'm at has no CD player, dammit.||]|
Stress. Ack. GAH!
Okay. Now that I've gotten that out, I can write a little more coherently. Stomach has been bothering me off and on yesterday and today. Mostly on. I know my body well enough to recognize this as stress induced. And that was verified for me when I was in my car, screaming "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" and pounding on the steering wheel. Stomach pain vanished...until I got out of the car and started sprinting towards work so I wouldn't be late again (I made it with about a minute and a half to spare...). I've mostly got it under control for now, and I'm very glad that this is my Friday. Must spend this weekend getting stuff done. That includes getting my car up to specs so that, come June, I have the registration up to date. Also need to apply at other employment agencies, and convince them that I am a good employee, despite my appearance.
The other major stressor in my life will be gone after June 1st. My parents are coming to visit...The plan is to go to Disney's CA Adventure with them, my sister and her husband. Hopefully, we can avoid some lines with the magic of Fastpass, and not have quite so many questions about what's going on in my life. ("So, Dav...Kurt. How's the job hunt going? How's your dating life? How's the car running?" and so on.) Whenever I try to talk about something in my life that actually interests me, like comics or AOKP, the subject quickly gets changed back to the things that cause me stress. Always a good thing to do right before I go on a ride like California Screaming...