This Brain is Screwed. just Saying

I don't know what happened today.  It was like my brain finally broke.  I had been holding up for a long period of time but after finals, practicals, drug tests and hangovers my brain snapped when I received an email from my adviser/the DPT program director.  She emailed me reminding me that I need to get my act together so I don't get kicked out of the program based solely on my inability to return forms in a timely manner.  It was like she picked out my most detrimental flaw in the professional world and slapped me with it.  I immediately felt nauseous and called MM to cry.  He said the worst thing possible; "That's just how it's going to be from here on out."  I hung out.  I screamed.  I cried.  I panicked.  I took a shower and forgot how to wash myself.  I then  drove to my drug test and got on the wrong highway and got stuck in traffic.  Then took an exit and got on the right highway and was again stuck in traffic.  Then I rushed home and decided that I needed Tupperware for MM's painting (oil doesn't dry for like a week) and hit Christmas shopping traffic.  Worst driving skills are expressed around that holidays.  I then started driving back home and hit basketball traffic.  I just needed to stop at Walgreen's to pick up my 7 dollar prescription.  It took FOREVER to drive a few blocks. But then I got it and drive home.  Attempted to straighten up my apartment.  Called for a taxi and washed dishes then rushed downstairs.  Little did I know I had ZERO dollars on my credit card.  So i made it to the airport only to have to have to driver wait for me while I run inside, transfer money and take some out.  I then had to pay $25 for my overweight bag, but the guy didn't weigh the bag.  He told me to lighten the load on my return trip.  I didn't pay for Zoe either.  But I didn't even feel guilty.  I'm so exhausted.  Today has sucked so far.  I just want to get home and relax.  for a week.  then perform at my clinical then relax for another week until classes start.  I hate being a semi-adult.

My brain has reasoned that this is all bullshit and I should just become a painter.

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