Stress, Coping, and Live Nudes

 Let me begin with the obligatory apologies. I did, indeed, make a safe trip back to the United States. I experienced the very miracle of flight without much of a hitch and then life decided to sucker punch me while wearing brass knuckles. I'm back in (my last year!) of school, back working, and ultimately back to being an all around stressed out basket case.

I'm so sorry for tauting about my insignificant first world problems, "Wah! I'm getting a top shelf education. ... Pity me because it's hard!"

It's just been one of those days where every "meal" I have had has been cereal. Eaten standing up. From the same bowl.

It's been one of those weeks where as soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm out like a light. And getting up is a battle with the blankets that can only be won with peace talks between my pillow and my course books.

It's been one of those months where...well, you get the idea.

I need some good nights of sleep but sometimes that doesn't happen, but I've got to get my stress relief sometimes. Somehow.

Even if it means staring at naked men. The horror!

Nah, I'm just kidding with you.

No I'm not. I took my first figure drawing class yesterday. Because at first I was like, "Wow, I used to love drawing in high school and this event is free. How could it get any better?" And then my eyes fell across Live nude model.

 

Very nice.

I'm not artistically inclined or anything, but there was something really engaging about staring at a man's bare buttocks for an hour.

So this is a fun event that I'm fairly certain I will be going back to on a regular basis.

Because high five Ann Arbor! What you don't have in strip clubs you make up in academic and cultural sexiness.