x_empath | All right.

I now have a much better grip on myself and upon circumstances today.

When you people get all worked up, you people get _all worked up_. Had to take off for a bit before I did anything _really_ drastic. But the stress levels have dropped significantly around here, back down to tolerable levels.

I can deal.

Thanks to Mr Summers for dealing with his own shit, and to him and Amanda for helping me deal with mine. Finals are always stressful, and if I devote enough of my concentration to making a thick-enough shield so that I can block you lot out, it reduces me to the intelligence of a sea-slug. And I'm actually giving a shit this semester, so I can't just blow off the work to keep myself sane.

Let's see if we can keep things on a fairly low boil until the semester's over, now, shall we?

EDIT: Amanda's enrolled me in a DJing contest at one of the local clubs. I know you lot would probably much rather see me bleed out slowly than see me perform, but assuming I make it past the prelims, it would help my confidence and my faith in my classmates to see a few of you there...

SON OF EDIT: Well, after spending much of my day in consultation with Charles, I may or may not be performing at the club contest after all. He believes, and I am forced to concur, that threatening to sanitize everyone's emotions to my liking tends to, as he puts it, be disinclined to acquiesce to my requests for a public outing. I've got some hard work to do to earn the priviledge of going out and competing. I also have a homework assignment - to write a short paper on passive aggression and how to avoid it. *sighs*