Okay, life is building up and I am ready to throw in the towel and go back to bed till Spring. We found out we have to move (cannot pay rent here), in two weeks. The place I work is moving the same time. Which involves painting,etc, and a rent increase. All of this is the same week as finals. And dh got laid off the day before Thanksgiving. I think I have become immune to Prozac. And in a couple days I will be out, and we have no money to refill it. Blah, blah, blah. I am really not this completely hopeless, but I need to vent as I am working myself into a brain-numbing stressed out state that I am worried will freeze me up. Thanks for listening.