Mental Flexibility

I seem to be lacking it these days. Mental flexibility, that is. Maybe its that I had a horrifying 2+ hour tutorial today and learned that my whole paper was wrong, or maybe it was the irritating class afterwards where everyone went on and on about how the EU was a ticking time bomb, or like girlfriends who be come roomates and then grow to hate each other. Or maybe its the humid, unrelenting heat. But when I read the email that said my Wills and Trusts teacher had retired and my section was cancelled, I just sat there in shock. I had to choose between taking four classes on Wednesdays, the three hour evening version, no doubt with Kwami, or a new class altogether. But I don't wanna change my schedule! I like my schedule! My schedule is my friend! After much fretting I opted for the evening version, and then, after changing it over I realized that it would interfere with the appointment I made to get the Fritatta's feet done in Galt, especially once I added in a brief vet appointment to get his teeth done. Argh! So I thought seriously about changing the class again, but I decided it would be better to be late to one class than to take a whole different one just to accomodate my appointment. Still, I feel disgruntled. What the hell is wrong with me these days? I'm such a cranky pants. I even turned down a play with Ben because I just couldn't muster up the enthusiasm to leave the building and have fun. He called me to make sure, and he was all cute and sympathetic, but I held firm. I will not have fun, damn it! I was only slightly comforted by the beautiful tall, dark, handsome man who made me my sandwich and iced latte for dinner. Sigh. Oh, and Skye has diabetes, so that's why she went blind, has chronic ear infections, the never ending skin condition, and pees on the floor all the time. Doggy MMP, I'd say, but then, I'm just a law student.