Jesus. I am soo tired. I have been working non stop in preparation for my upcoming trips to California and New Orleans. I am (i think) on top of my work, but then again who knows?!? To be honest I am not that excited YET to go home on Friday.  It will be nice to see my family, and some friends, and finish my interviews, BUT I just don't want to leave. I have this irrational fear that if I leave my wonderful life here, it will disappear. I think, in terms of myself, I am the most irrational fearful person. I can talk sense into a paper bag, but when it comes to me not being an idiot, nothing.  I wish there was some magical pill that would tell me to re-flopping-lax and enjoy my life. At this point I am doing exactly what I want to be doing. I am so afraid of losing it, that I scare myself out of enjoying it. Just like me to be a neurotic Jew, thank you Mom and Woody Allen.

I guess I will just lay on my moms couch next week, knit scarves, and grade papers. Oh and I will be 25, great.