I've got stress zits all over my chin. That's how things are these days. I mean, let's face it, my face never really cleared up ever, but this bout has been ridiculous. I never realized how much my face reacts to my stress level until I was studying for the LSAT.
Now I know: stress makes me break out. It also makes me react to things irrationally.
Take last night: I got off work early because the restaurant was dead. I was excited to get home and hang out with Dan, but first I decided to stop by the grocery store to pick up my favorite caramel corn. I was in the mood and once it got in my head there was no stopping me.
Only, they were sold out. Guys, I almost cried in the "Popcorn and Pretzels" aisle of Harris Teeter. That's not a rational reaction. Stress is turning me into a crazy woman who has terrible acne and sobs when she can't have unreasonably priced caramel corn.
So that's why I've been MIA for a while. Mostly, I just want to stress and talk about the fact that we don't know where we're going next and I am trying to applying to law school (which isn't easy when you don't know where you're going next - also, it's expensive), and that isn't great blog fodder.
But here it is. We are stress eating over here in the Burkhart house. And carrots aren't on the menu. Carrot cake is, however. And pulled pork sandwiches. I made those the other night. Well done, me.
Now go run four miles.