Oh, the weekends . . .

So. Lately, my weekends have changed significantly. They used to be harmless, restful affairs, full of movies and sleeping and reading in bed and more movies and eating at funny little restaurants with funny people. I scoffed at the assertion that all "KorLings" eventually become alcoholics. (I am not, by the way, an alcoholic.) However, the longer I am in this course, the more understandable it becomes.
I've never really been one to get stressed. Seriously. At least, not consciously. The chiropractor always used to tell me (as does Maria, the massage therapist upstairs that I sometimes go to church with) that I SHOULD be having massive headaches all the time, with how tight my back is, and that I really do seem to be carrying the whole world on my shoulders, they're so tense. But I've never FELT really stressed before.