Apparently, my adrenal glands are ramping up for the Fall semester, which starts tomorrow, by the way. *ack* I didn’t take any classes this summer, so I’ve been relatively relaxed. Now, it’s time for preparation, so I spent a good portion of last night worrying over inane things.

I rounded off the evening with a though worry over whether or not I am wasting time/energy/money on getting my Masters when I’m not sure what exactly I’m going to do with it. Yes, I did keep Josh awake for at least an extra hour and a half while I worried out loud over this topic. And I managed to touch on many main points… it’s taking forever — at the rate I’m going (2 classes a semester), it’ll take me about 3.5 years (if not 4) to get my MLIS… this is sad because it’s supposed to be a 2.5 year program. “Fie!” I say. There was also discussion of the mounting student debt, which after this year (which includes my 4th and 5th semesters), will have reached about $20,000. That’s what I paid for my new car 3 years ago, and I got a car out of that deal.

My old chiropractor was under the impression that I am an adrenal junkie. I constantly have to have something to worry about in order to keep a steady stream of adrenaline in my system. I have always argued it is so that the major spike that occurs around exams and term papers does not shock my system stupid.

Perhaps I should try knitting more…