I'd be having nightmares if I could only sleep....

In 24 hours I will be home and in recovery from my midterm in the class that gives me the greatest pause this semester. OH-sure-there's something to be said for the stress from each class....but in this particular case I am unaware of the testing style of the professor in question. (I've had classes successfully with the other 2) While we had one of the few good conversations of my ill advised career I am still concerned. (I have cried in her office, been pissed to the point of fist into wall fury and annoyed and frustrated-I tried to drop out once too, although rumor has it drop outs don't usually announce their intention just cease appearence- but I've only just recently become comfortable with the fact that my situation is what it is and the best idea is to make of it the best instead of the crankiest.) At any rate, I have studied quite a lot (for me) and all I can hope for is not to blow up spectacularly. She's notorious for her ball breaking exams, but I also believe that it is not in the best interest of any professor (even the most hard assed of the lot) to put together an exam that will destroy the morale of those she is teaching. Course, I'm still smarting from the microphone debacle of this time last year...fuckin' microphones.
I hate days before exams. But I dunno any way to cope but to pretend I'm not worried. I could study like a mad thing, I could re-re-read my notes. I could pace and toss and turn. Or I could do what I'm doing.....
I finished my laundry. I packed for ATL (as much as one can 2 days before leaving). I got an oil change. I bought food for the trip. I'm compiling MDs of music for the journey. I am trying to remember-concepts, preservation, issues, politics vs. representation, problems with preservation, hertitage tourism, cultural conjurors, heritage brokers, the forest not the trees, National Trust isn't a government agency, TCP....I need a drink....My brain hurts...::hits self upside the head with bricks::...I would tax people that ponder conservation....wait...
This is maybe my new favorite sentiment---
"You have to do what makes you happy...What makes you happy?"
"God! I don't know. What makes me happy? Dogs and drugs and music and food. The same things that makes everyone happy."
Saturday was Daddy (not my Daddy-the band Daddy---check 'em out) and a Wrecks(!) show. And a lot of beer. And a bad idea or two. Rounded off with a drive thru music row following every known and a few not yet contemplated laws of the road. You know it's bad when there are emails waiting in the morning checking in to find out if you arrived home alive. Sigh. I'm not sane.
Ooooh! Dolly's on the Daily Show! I love the cable television.....Was I worried about something? Nah-I was just waiting for Jon Stewart.