Today was the last Monday of the school year. I feel like my brain is about to burst. There’s so much review work, research to find, lockers to clean out, blah blah blah. My head is full of thoughts about different classes, friends, and teachers, plus the book I’m reading, the story I’m writing, and my— non-existent— love life. Time to practice driving; no, time to answer this text message; no, time to eat. I have all the time in the world to do all this. Why does it feel like so much?
Hey, Monday. Have you met my PMS?