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Mmph. Sorry that I've been whiny, angry, and argumentative lately (you guys mostly got the first, my friends the last, and I turned the middle symptom on myself). It's just... insane amounts of stress, with having multiple large speeches and papers and tests every day and group members who are worse than doing the thing by yourself, and that's just sad and distressing.

The (hopefully) good news is that I remembered something I said to 

my_daroga the other day and took some time to de-stress. Part of it involved music, part of it involved chocolate, and part of it involved screwing around with the digital camera, so I took pictures of all my art except for the painting I am currently working on, which is doomed to always remain a pencil sketch with an ornamented expanse of tile, one section of interestingly orange stone wall, and a dark red vase. I'll shoot some of my jewelry later and then there will be peektures! 

I just have to remember to take it one day at a time. One day. I can deal with tomorrow, it's the rest of the tomorrows that get overwhelming.

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Remember how I was all nice and relaxed and zen? Not anymore.

Yesterday it was agreed that I and Group Member #2 would send our paragraphs of the law brief to Group Member #1 that night, who would assemble them in the order we'd set up. Group Member #1 sent his paragraphs to me for proofreading. They sucked horribly, I re-wrote them with helpful advice, he ignored it. Finally, just now, I asked him to e-mail me the brief and I'd just edit it and print off my own version.

"Oh," he responds, "I still haven't gotten Group Member #2's paragraphs. I should probably send her an e-mail about that."

A fucking third of the brief missing, and he didn't think to talk to her about it today in class? Or to me, for that matter? When the thing's due tomorrow?!

Screw them both. I was trying to let everyone have responsibility and not be a bossy bitch about it, but this... If she doesn't get in contact somehow I'm writing her paragraphs, stripping and re-working his, and telling the teacher exactly what happened, because I don't have to deal with this shit.

ETA: Have shut off emotions for the time being. It's not the healthiest thing I've done, but it's necessary.