Oh the moaning

I'm trapped in the registration black hole of "will I be able to collect enough signatures quickly enough and I think that they gave me the wrong form and please, God, let me graduate."

Well, I will graduate and soon enough, whether or not I can do so at the end of this semester. I wish I could. My poor beleaguered parents: I want to give them a happy day where they get to see me stand up and receive awards and commendations. They have to go through so much with me and I know that this would make them happy.

I'm wearing my anxiety screen, clonazepam. It's like sunscreen, but instead of blocking out harmful sun rays, it blocks out harmful stress and anxiety rays.

What shocks me is that I seem to be handling this surprisingly well. Am I actually finally stable? It's a strange feeling. I love it. I'm excited to be back.

Again, all I can say at the moment is

St. Thomas, pray for me
St. Catherine, pray for me
All of you reading, pray for me

This graduation is a gift I want to give to my parents, so, so badly.

If any one knows of a patron saint for untangling bureaucracy, I'd love to here about it. The two who come to mind are St. Therese of Lisieux and St. Theresa of Avila. Any other ideas?
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On a less related note, I see now that I have another follower and I want to say welcome, I'm glad you're here.

Look out for the more humorous version of this entangled endeavor in the next post.