October 7th, 2005

(no subject)

Back from work; tough day and I'm feeling beat and it's only 9:30am. Write, then nap, then shower and get to work. Study as the first order of work, and I need a systematic method of going through Foundations, 6205, Orientation, and Other.

Life had *just* stabilized *without* dealing with grad school, Cleaning Up The Mess, and trying to grow a Life. I'm afraid I'm juggling too many things and I'll drop something, and as is usual in such cases, it'll be the Wrong One. This is why quarreling with the landlady was a mistake; so what if I'm right? I don't need the grief; the $825 would have been worth it for peace of mind.

Attitude Adjustment: I need to work on What's Right and what I need to have happen. And what I need to have happen is to get the mess cleaned up and develop a stellar reputation for myself at grad school, and anything not causal to that has to take a back burner.

Got to get this moving, in this case by *not* moving. Nap.


From the fridayfiver:

1. Have you ever been to the emergency room?
Yes, many times, for my kids, my siblings, myself, and I've probably taken friends a few times too.

2. What's the worst pain you've ever had?
A tossup between coughing the drainage hoses out of my chest after my heart attack and the migraine/cluster headaches I mercifully stopped getting at age 40.

3. If you could choose your doctor, do you prefer someone of the same or opposite sex?
No preference; *they're* supposed to be examining *me*. If I had a prostate problem it'd be more problematic; on the one hand I'd trust a male doctor's advice more, on the other, I'd rather the hand up my butt was as slim and delicate as possible.

4. Do you take vitamins?
Not regularly. Should change that.

5. Would you prefer to go to the doctor, the dentist or go sky diving?
Sky diving, no question. I'd prefer to *have gone* to both the doctor and the dentist, but current financial issues make that problematic.


Leave the Universe for just a few minutes, and look at what happens!

I just had what may be the heaviest nap of my life. Only a couple of hours, and it feels like I've been transported into some weird alternative reality. I find myself wanting to call my sons just to make sure they're still the same ages they were this morning.

I think I'll go read my *own* journal for a while, and see where I left off.

If you spot any major changes I might have missed, let me know, will you?