Sigh.

"Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning," he said. "Which I doubt," said he.

"Why, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it."

"Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose.

"Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush."

Maybe excellent weekends are a poor idea. I woke up this morning in the throes of a full-on anxiety attack, and that was the best part of the day. The low point was the mini-breakdown I had at lunch. Beyond that, it's really not worth talking about. Thank goodness tomorrow is my last day for the week-- I've got to get away from school for a while and regroup.

Argh.