I still couldn't find it. I tried. I really really did. But while they should be there...I can't find them. I've dug up books from ages ago. Like. There's stuff I had completely forgotten about. Stuff that really was basically a different me. But I had to think, "What would that person do all that time ago?" Not me. What would that person do. Because whoever it was that took that class...it sure wasn't me.
And I ended up late for my counseling appointment as a result--but, it turns out. He messed up; he had me down as meeting him next week. So it was a wasted trip. I went home to search again. Still nothing. And the time kept ticking away. Until I had none left. And I botched a response to my tae kwon do teacher. And my eggs for today while being the best cooked eggs my dad has ever made for me tasted really bad, to the point where I dared not eat them. (Like. Know rotten egg smell? It tasted like rotten eggs.)
So I am operating in a broken manner. Low energy, refilled by a small breakfast meal. And in class, panicking. I'm just. Having a hard time. I am leaving out a bunch of stuff, too. I am technically in class, supposed to be working. I...just. I just. Don't know how to.
Blah. I feel like the person who signed up for this class could've done this, but the person who is sitting at the keyboard trying to actually freakin manage doing the class is someone else.