Opening my 10th Firefox tab, accompanied by Hulu buzzing somewhere off in the distance, and a half finished internship application in my drafts just before midnight, I can't help but think that I have too much on my plate - and that I also avidly follow far too many blogs.  I've been so stressed out this week (and really the last few weeks in general, but this one in particular) and didn't even realize how transparent I have been about it, which is completely against my character, until I received a call from a dear friend of mine today asking how I was doing and if everything was alright.  It's an incredibly rare event when (most any of) my friends actually know when I am upset and legitimately require somebody to talk to, even if it is just to amble and spew and maybe even cry even though I fucking cannot stand crying, so this was a pleasant and much needed surprise that happened at an opportune time.  Today wasn't terrible, but I woke up this morning with a strange sense of dread, and no I didn't just use that word as a filler, it was literally the exact feeling I had and I had no idea why... and still don't really.  Halfway through my morning class today, I decided that its high time to find something to make me happy again, to remove or at least dissolve some of the stressful situations that've plagued me over the last few weeks and really get back to me.  I'm not quire sure what I'm going to do yet, all I know is that I need it... in a bad, bad way.  I also probably need to dole out some apologies to my cute friends who I may have not been the most pleasant to over the last few days, but I'm going to be selfish just this once and deal with myself first.