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I find myself getting stressed about the coming week. I can't blame the insomnia entirely on this cold. I wonder if it was wise to take on another literacy student. Too late now, I guess.

Going back to Stony Brook will be uncomfortable. I made enemies of former housemates by not wanting to live with them until the end of our lease; I found people to take my place but they were not people that my former housemates liked. Some of their reasons for disliking my replacements were petty ("she ate my cereal!") but some were legitimate ("she left a lot of trash that we had to pay someone to haul away"). The unfortunate thing was that they seemed to think I had picked awful people to replace me on purpose, and so they would bitch to me about the new housemate(s). And of course, with my tendency to take the blame for other people's unhappiness, I absorbed it all like a sponge. I wonder if they'll still avoid me. Probably. Yet another thing I can't really do anything about, but I dread it anyway.