I'm starting to get that tension in-between my eyes a lot more frequently. I hope I'm not going to get migraines like my mom does. Inheriting any ailments should be the least of my worries, but I'm started to be a little paranoid about how my back feels at the end of the day, or how my legs and arms tend to drop dead for a few minutes, and so on. These bones ain't what it used to be anymo'. This tweaking pain is pulsing between the pupils!
Lewis, you're right, we're too old for our age. I might just join you in curmudgeon-ing.
I'm mentally and physically so numb right now it feels like I'm on auto pilot again. My days are getting to be a routine with the same ugly hump I have to get over. School does this to you I suppose. I just want out. I went to a stress management workshop tonight for crying out loud. Not that I'm implying I'm too arrogant to seek help or to prevent real problems, I just never thought I'd find myself in one of these type of things. This is good though, I get to work more closely with the counseling center. I just wish I was on the other end, helping people instead of having to help myself.
Maybe I'll just go to sleep and practice those breathing exercises. They're actually doing me a world of good. "Breathe in for 4, hold for 7, and let go slowly for 8."
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