I guess they can't *all* be good days

This was a difficult day. I feel like a bad person for having not made it out to see my Grandmother during the big family gathering. It will be really hard for me to see extended family after I move, and these things are important to me, so I'm hugely frustrated. I'll reschedule with her once I'm done with my presentations this month.

The end of my break and not having gotten everything done that I wanted to contributed to an anxiety attack. Then I found out that I was actually supposed to arrive at 2 o' clock rather than 4 as was initially communicated. Danae helped me put my brain together, but by then I was running pretty late. When I got to my car, I found that it had been parked in by people in front and behind me. There was about six inches to either side, and there was no way to get the giant Mercury Grand Marquis I was using out of the spot. I had to call the police and wait for them to find an owner who came to move the car.

I would have arrived with the hors d'oeuvres I was supposed to bring about three hours after dinner had started. I gave up and went home, where I'm going to do more work on poster design and a term project. If I can stop being scattered and focus.