resistance is futile

Must. Fight. The Fear.

We originally had a study group date scheduled for this morning; one by one, in the wee hours of last night, people started to opt out. The sad truth was that none of us felt prepared to answer a question. I've done one since then, and am not disgusted with the result, but I'm still just so damn freaked-out about this whole deal that I'm starting to physicalize it. Neck muscles like coaxial cable, stomach full of lava. Phantom hunger and waves of thirst. Hot chills. The apparent need to go to the bathroom every twenty minutes or so.

Ambient music: "Cello for Relaxation," a CD I bought myself as a prize for making the Moot Court team. (My answer to the "How do you manage stress?" question on the application: "I meditate and listen to cello music." This purchase naturally followed.)

I should do some yoga.

thus spake /jca @ May 7, 2003 03:08 PM