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So the general consensus seems to be that I am too hard on myself and overly self-critical and that this is leading to or contributing to a great deal of my current stress and anxiety. Dad says I've been like this since I was kid. He likes to remind me that I came home from my first day of kindergarden in tears because I hadn't learned how to read yet. Not "they didn't teach me to read yet" but "I didn't learn how to read yet" which is a subtle difference but I suppose makes all the difference in the world. I do kind of feel like whatever I do is never really enough, however hard I work or try, it's never good enough. Good enough for whom exactly I don't quite know, but it seems like I could, and should, do better. Classic over-achiever perfectionist type stuff I guess, but it's a bit strange to have people who have known you for 2 days point this out.

Anyway, it turns out I am not as caught up with my reading as I thought I was. I'm up to date with contracts, will be up to date with stupid old civ pro after lunch today, and am pretty much up to date with torts, assuming I don't fall asleep at my desk this afternoon. But property, oye vey. I missed a bad lecture, with lots of definitions and things, and in trying to get cought up with that I got behind on what I needed to read for today, so I now have 3 days worth of reading to get done for Friday's class, as well as some supplimental stuff to clarify what I missed last week, so I can ask intellegent questions when I go talk to the professor during office hours next week, as opposed to something like "So, what's the deal with this whole defeasible thing? and what about those future interests?" Certain parts of this class are very painful, but for some reason I actually find it really interesting. They just seem to use far too many words.

At least we have a long weekend coming up. It's fall break, so I have no class Monday or Tuesday. The current plan is to do some cheesy tourist stuff with a friend (H, who Someone introduced me to, she's a grad student in the CS department and her husband is from the Bay Area and hates it here too so we all rant and bitch about ignorant hillbillies together, it's very therapeutic), then lock myself in the undergraduate library and start outlining.

Somewhere in there I need to find the local yarn store. I have a commission to knit a Christmas sock for an old Dickens Faire friend and will need to track down the yarn for it. It should be fun, and it'll give me a bit of extra cash. Anything to keep me in latte money. Hell, if anyone else wants something knitted, let me know.