or monetary value if you're not Jess
Okay, so it's been a week. MattVideo told me I don't post enough. He's not wrong. I'll do my best, but the stress is making me feel guilt every time I do anything that isn't reading about crack dealers in East Harlem. Yikes. I am stressed. This weekend was probably my most stressful and ill-making all semester.
Yesterday I was talking to Phantom and I told him that after the One Minute Film Fest I feel like everything this week should follow the trend and fill only 60 seconds. One minute lectures, one minute bus rides, one minute readings, one minute papers... it seems reasonable enough to me!
Ah stresss. Ever since I was little when I get stressed I get nauseous. It's not good. Today I stumbled out of my lecture all dizzy and wanting to vomit and fell right into the Women's Resource Centre where I took a nap on the pleather couch in their seperate room. I had this bizarre flashback to my days of lying on pleathery couch/beds in elementary school offices throughout my childhood. Man I spent a lot of time on those throughout the ages and I they haven't crossed my mind until today. I miss elementary school.
This week seems to be rough for everyone. My goal is to not inflict any stress on others. And also to reclaim my Judaism.