Anxiolysis

I'm tired of all this stress. Finishing my intro, conclusion, and revisions, trying to locate my future landlord so I can sign a lease--WHY does his answering machine not work?!--packing, planning courses, worrying about the electability of the Democratic ticket, and conducting an exercise in highly emotional high-stakes soul-baring. All of this produces reams and boatloads and buckets of anxiety, and it all seems to land in the muscles in the back of my neck.

So yesterday I decided to kill it all. I got a haircut and just for yuks I'm sort of blond now. I got a massage. I fed ducks by the lake, then read Borges and watched the sunset. Things are a bit better now. All the anxiety-producing factors still there, but slightly manageable.