So people respond to stress by doing a variety of different of things, some of which are productive and some of which are destructive. Me? I wind up driving my own self crazy(er. crazier. I am already nuts) because I will inevitably distract myself by doing something else. Like, I don't know, start sewing my Easter dress when I need to be making costumes. (Eagle wings are the BANE of my existence. Don't ask). I also tend to respond by whining about about everything that's going on. (Read: my job.)
I really feel like a stereotypical old lady most days. I belong on a porch in a rocking chair with granny glasses and a cane to wave at the smiling children passing by. THEY HAVE DONE SOMETHING WRONG, DAG NAB IT!!! GET OFF MY LAWN!!! I can often be found shaking my head and saying "kids these days..." I am a twenty-three-year-old grumpy old lady. Maybe I should dye by hair retirement home gray?
All right, end rant.
So to wash away the stress of the pass week, I took a nice hot bath with a beverage and a romance novel. The stress drips off into the water. What else will I be doing? trying to get things done. And possibly having my hair cut. Whatever. Better than my old habit of baking every time I feel the pinch. Seriously. When I was in Oxford, this was my process. "I have a huge essay due in less than 24 hours. I have a huge pile of notes to compile into said 8 page paper... I think I need to make a cheesecake to go with dinner tonight." All of the walking is the only reason I did not become enormously fat while in Oxford.
So there you go. You should maybe not live by my example.