I've been feeling pretty confused and lost lately, in a lot of ways. Even though I know that two weeks from today, I'll be at home, those two weeks feel like several months. I feel like that about a lot of things. Even though I know ____ (realistic), I feel ____ (something hard and heavy). I feel like I'm being pulled in too many directions, but there's really only one direction. Down, nose to the grind-stone.
I wonder if I am getting enough sleep (even though I slept 11 hours last night) or if I'm lacking some necessary brain chemical, because I'm having some troubles with remembering. I reminded myself yesterday morning to go to that Hispanic Studies honor society intitiation at 3:00, but it was 4:30 by the time I realized what I was supposed to be doing, and I couldn't remember what I had been doing at 2:30. So I missed it. It was highly distressing when I realized that, but now I doubt it matters.
I'm going to start writing my HR paper either tonight or tomorrow, and I'm determined that it will stink to high heaven, but that is okay.
Around 1:00, the electricity went out all over campus and even beyond, in the whole block. I had been finishing up the Law and Order episode I began last night, and clicked the "off" button, and suddenly everything in the building went off. Haha. So without the microwave or the TV working, I had no choice but to get up and do some homework. That was 4.5 hours ago, and I still have about 6 hours to work tonight.
Only two more weeks. Please send encouraging thoughts.
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Hang in there boodle...only 2 more weeks.
The flight was delayed out of St. Louis, and we landed in PHX at Gate A21 with only 30 minutes till my flght at B8. By the time I got off the plane, I only had 15 minutes to get to the plane. When i got to the gate, the door was closed. All the while I was hustling to the gate, I was thinking - if they'd only flown one mile an hour faster, I'd have plenty of time.
Oddly enough the waiting area was full. I thought I'd missed the plane, but there were mechanical delays. They *think* they might know something by 5 PM.
Meanwhile, there'a guy at the end of my row in the waiting area who keeps getting a call every 5 minutes or so and he keeps telling them, "You got the wrong number again.". It's kinda funny as long as it doesn't happen to me.
I know this isn't very encouraging - maybe it'll be distracting.
Love,
Dad
Posted by Dad | April 23, 2006 6:47 PM
Posted on April 23, 2006 18:47