I don't think its possible for me do any more preparation for my second translating quiz tomorrow. Or to read out my section of House of Fame.
But I'm still panicking. I can feel it in my stomach, that worry knot.
It doesn't help matters that I left one of my text books that I need for tomorrow at work, with no way to retrieve it until Friday.
I'm going to finish my cup of tea and head to bed. If I'll panicky in the morning I'll take some St. John's Wart.
Damnit I really don't want to go back on lexapro. I can't afford it.
(I also just realized I've been doing really boring blogging lately. An undergrads life just isn't that interesting.)