Day 50

My dad is in Guelph doing his show "Tales From an Empty Fridge" so I spent my morning in a theatre with 300 grade twos. It was one of those experience that rocked me a bit. I was just compelled to hug every single one of them. I just got all wrapped up in the fact that there are all these small people who are seven years old and functioning during the day entirely independent of their families. They are experiencing whatever stress is happening at home, and then they are going to school where sometimes they fall down and get hurt, sometimes they get teased for what they look like, and sometimes they get crushes and don't know what to do besides draw hearts and pull hair. I start crying at everything these days.

My afternoon was stressful and exhausting. I was upset and sad and shockingly low. I cried at the beginning of my Gender and Diversity class. Yeah. I'm feeling all right at the moment though. I've got that little edge of anxiety but I'm going to try to stave it off with tea and talks with that Steve guy. I'm just going to breathe.

The trouble with my schedule is that I'm getting home at 8pm every night and not starting my work until midnight. I don't see why tonight would be different. I have some real stuff to do though because I have a presentation tomorrow. Luckily all I really have to do is print overheads and come up with one discussion question. I'm just going to try to sleep before three because today did not feel good.