Dear Self
Get out of this funk, already. Your husband is worried because you sound depressed. And you’re not really depressed. You’re just frustrated, and annoyed, and it really is going to be okay.
That stupid report? She’s not grading -you- on what -others- write. She’s grading you on what -you- write. Who cares if nitwit one wants to use Hercules clips from YouTube as a source, and nitwit two is using some art from someone’s blog that has nothing to do with the subject? And nitwit three, who isn’t even participating? She knows. Take a breath .. in fact, take three. Then write something to take up the slack for nitwit three, and wait for the other nitwits to post their pieces, and slap it together and wash your hands. Don’t let this aggravation make you give up on all your classes entirely. That’s just stupid.
Go wash the dishes, and get the kitchen clean. You already know when your kitchen’s a mess you can’t think straight. Some witches have altars, you have a kitchen. So pay attention to it, already, and shine your sink. Then you can worry about other things.
Much Love
Your More Rational Self
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