Counting the days

So. 

79 days.
2 months, 17 days.
6,825,600 seconds.
113,760 minutes.
1896 hours.

Until I take the LSAT.  Suddenly, the date is looming on the horizon and I do not feel one iota prepared.  I’ve studied and studied until I fall asleep on the couch.  I study in the bath.  I study in the bed.  I even studied at Ford last week while I was having the car checked before I drive the dramas to California this weekend.  For. Two. Glorious. Weeks.

That is right.  They will be gone for two whole weeks.  I am a mixture of sadness and glee.  Casual and anxious.  The longed for time to myself versus the heavy feeling of empty and alone that comes upon a parent when their child is gone. 

But, I digress. 

I have convinced myself that I must take this test and rock it.  I’m stressing myself out about the rock it part.  I did fine on the practice test I took last year. Now I seem to be over analyzing.  Over thinking.  Over worrying about that damn score.  The higher my score, the more scholarship money I get.  The more scholarship money I get, the less student loans I will owe.  The more I stress, the less I sleep.  The less I sleep, the more I dream. 

I had some fucked up dream the other night, I don’t remember much of it but Miss Ann was there.  She was cleaning a floor and from where I was standing, every time her wet rag would swipe the floor, it appeared as though she was painting a picture of JFK?s face smiling.  It was very weird. 

And, on top of all of that, I’m craving chocolate.  I should be craving booze.