worldly, but also mine
friday was the end of my first week back to work after my trip to asia (during which i spent the last four days dreading having to go back to work). i have a series of presentations over the next few weeks, and the thought of having talk about the work i've done over the past few months to people with more work experience than i've been alive makes me want to bury my head in sand. i don't know why i get like this, stressing myself sick for a half hour meeting in which i get asked maybe two questions and receive a "good job". before i left on vacation, i experience something i like to call a "stress fever", the result of days of poor sleep and ten hour working days, which led me to collapsing on my boyfriend's bed on a tuesday afternoon shivering under his bedsheets. he drove me home after forcing tylenol down my throat. man fever is real. my dad tells me im unable to be nonchalant about anything i do, i quite literally let my life consume me to the point where sitting down and writing this on a sunday feels weird. i should have things to do, people to see, right?