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11/12/2002 entry: "Days"

What a day. I feel really exhausted and possibly cold-infested right now. Maybe it's just from being up since 7:30am, but anything's possible.

I didn't get to take pictures today, because the professor figured we wanted photos of students working at easels, so she's going to email me when she knows when I should come in. That's fine. I have to call that other professor tonight or something, because I don't really want to just walk in to the class tomorrow night.

So, yeah, I'm just kind of here waiting for it to be time for work. Maybe if I start feeling REALLY sick, they'll let me go early. It's possible.

Worse part is, I don't think I'll get to take any naps today. At least no time soon. I work from 3-5, then I have a group project meeting at 6:30pm, then I'll probably take a shower and do homework for a while (I have plenty of it). Then... then, it'll be late and bedtime. And I am not staying up late tonight. Not unless I get a nap in and I feel more energized.

Once again, things get a little crazy round here. It always does at the end of the term, but there's other stuff too. Life's kind of like getting ready to go down a flight of stairs, and then finding out the second step is a little lower than you thought and so you lose your balance and sometimes end up falling. Other times you hang on to the railing for dear life so you don't die.

I think I've had too many bad stair experiences. When I was younger, I used to do this weird thing where I'd kind of crawl up stairs. Lean forward, hands stepping up the stairs while my feet were. And then I'd lose my footing and end up sliding down the stairs. Or how about my foot landing halfway on the edge of a stair, and almost losing my balance? Or actually losing my balance and falling? Only half the time I grabbed the railing in time. So, I used to walk down stairs kind of oddly. I'd turn my feet to one side (usually the right) and kind of go down slightly sideways. I had some very strange habits as a child.

There was one time when I swore I couldn't walk for a day. I just woke up one day, and I felt like I couldn't walk. And so I crawled around. And then suddenly I was okay.. I don't know what that was all about.

And of course, the least strange thing, the lightswitch game. We have 3 lightswitches going from the top of a flight of stairs, to the family room. Reach around the door frame, turn one on, go to the bottom of the stairs. Reach around the wall, turn that light on, run to the bar. Turn last switch on. Reverse for leaving the room. Yeah, I was really afraid of the dark. Still kind of am, I suppose. It's compatible with my fear of criminals breaking into my house and killing my family. You can't see anything in the dark, so who knows if someone is already in the house. I guess you would kind of know, but regardless..

I'm rambling here, I think. I wish I could wrap things up but to be honest, I don't really have anything else to do. I guess I could study for my quiz tomorrow (if it is, in fact tomorrow.. I don't really know. I can only assume.)

I want to be in my rooooooooom. In my beeeeeeeeed. Where sleeeeeeep lives. But nooo I have to work. Well, at least the rest of the week I just work at desks during my 2 hour shifts. That's a good thing to look forward to.

So tired. So many things to do.

Oh, Kevin's going to the Peter Gabriel concert tonight. That's awesome. That would be a great thing to see, but I'm not a big fan of expensive shows. I mean yes, I realize, it's Peter fucking Gabriel and he's great and that would be a really neat thing to do. However, I'm kind of glad I'm not going considering how icky I feel today.

I should have napped earlier instead of doing homework. Dammit.

I'm almost tempted to leave myself a message on my other SN. Such a nerd. So not thinking clearly. So tired. Maybe Nancy has a new project for me, testing pillows.. for some reason. I would welcome it with open arms. I don't discriminate against tasks unless they involve me standing a lot. I stood for about 2 and a half weeks this summer. That's exaggerating, but let's see... I worked about seventy something hours during that time. So, I was standing for about three days if you look at it that way.

So, yeah. 19 minutes left. Someone give me something to do.