I woke up this morning with not one, but 5 sores on the inside of my mouth.  Usually when I have a combination of stress+period, I get a sore inside my mouth, or swollen gums.  I’ve come to embrace the fact that I have sensitive skin that responds to stress and hormone levels. FINE.  But FIVE!? I suppose that’s one for every test I have left in Summer 1.  Miserable.  I think my gums are way more stressed out than I am.  I’m starting to feel a little relief from the pressure–mostly because I understood the concepts we learned in statistics yesterday. (Calm before the storm, much?) It’s hard to even describe the weight I feel when I sit through two hours of class and don’t understand the concepts.  So on the days when I do get what’s going on, and am able to follow along with the problems, get the right answers, etc.–Man, I’m lighter than Mary Poppins on those days.

Zack is officially done with a portion of his training as of yesterday.  He got to sleep in until 6:30 with me this morning, and go to work at 8, like a normal human being.  It was strange getting ready for work at the same time.  I didn’t realize how accustomed I was to my alone-in-the-mornings routine (Katy has been staying with friends more often than not recently, so I really have been alone) of listening to loud music while dancing around the bathroom and blow drying my hair.  I’m a regular Drew Barrymore in Mad Love at 7:15 in the morning.  (Sometimes I even employ my round brush as a microphone whilst I am, how do you say, boogieing down.)  Zack, on the other hand, is used to sneaking around like a burglar in his own home so he doesn’t wake me up.  His quiet morning room-to-room transitions resulted in FREAKING ME OUT several times.  I’d be mid-face moisturizing routine when I’d realize THERE IS A MAN BEHIND ME.  I just about wet myself half-a-dozen times before he finally left at 7:30.