And I'm still alive....

I made it through my oral report on poetry. I don't know what was redder, though, my face or my dress. Man do I hate public speaking! My heart pounds so fast and I get very flushed. Not to mention the sick to my stomach feeling. Ugh. Then I found out that my finals are all at weird times. I had to jump through my butt to get things straight for Austin. 1 more week then I have a few months off. I almost think this is more stressful than work. I need my food network therapy. There is nothing more calming than a couple episodes of 30 minute meals and Paula's homecooking.