It's been a while..
Well things have been, to say the least, hectic lately.
I wasted my entire spring break. This isn't to say that I feel relaxation is a waste of time -quite the contrary- but because I knew I had things to do and procrastinated, all the time I spent doing nothing important was tainted by the knowledge that I was in for a helluva lot of work.
So Saturday night I played a board game with friends and then at about 3 am popped a couple of ephedra-containing stay-awake pills. I stayed up writing until about 5 am, at which point I went home and tried unsuccessfully to doze off before my son woke up at 6:30. Sunday morning I'm not sure what I accomplished, if anything, but I did clean my car inside and out and put my new seat covers on. Then I went to work and drove from 6-10 (on no sleep) and when I got off I went to Denny's with my laptop and continued writing my essays. I finished the last one Monday morning (after about 4 hours of restless sleep) and e-mailed the finished product to my Prof about 3 minutes before the deadline.
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I still didn't get any sleep until Monday night at about 10:30 when I decided that it was imperative.
I feel much better today, having made-up this afternoon the mid-term I didn't realize I was skipping yesterday at noon, and all I have left now is the Latin translations I was assigned over break. I can do those tonight in lieu of a good night's sleep. I really need to get on the ball. I can't believe I had an entire week to get caught up and only managed to get myself even more behind.
On a lighter note, Bastian is the coolest baby ever. He's talking and recognizing alot of things lately. Yesterday I took him to Fazoli's for dinner and another baby around his age came in. This kid was not talking, and apparently didn't want to eat because he threw spaghetti noodles about five feet from the table. Sebatian, who had been waving to this child unsuccessfully before this point and smiling, watched the tantrum and then became quiet a moment. He looked up at me and, while pointing at the spaghetti on the floor, solemnly said "mess". He nodded and very seriously repeated himself. It was the cutest thing ever. He knows how upset I get when he intentionally makes a mess, and he's learned the word pretty well.
I wasted my entire spring break. This isn't to say that I feel relaxation is a waste of time -quite the contrary- but because I knew I had things to do and procrastinated, all the time I spent doing nothing important was tainted by the knowledge that I was in for a helluva lot of work.
So Saturday night I played a board game with friends and then at about 3 am popped a couple of ephedra-containing stay-awake pills. I stayed up writing until about 5 am, at which point I went home and tried unsuccessfully to doze off before my son woke up at 6:30. Sunday morning I'm not sure what I accomplished, if anything, but I did clean my car inside and out and put my new seat covers on. Then I went to work and drove from 6-10 (on no sleep) and when I got off I went to Denny's with my laptop and continued writing my essays. I finished the last one Monday morning (after about 4 hours of restless sleep) and e-mailed the finished product to my Prof about 3 minutes before the deadline.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I still didn't get any sleep until Monday night at about 10:30 when I decided that it was imperative.
I feel much better today, having made-up this afternoon the mid-term I didn't realize I was skipping yesterday at noon, and all I have left now is the Latin translations I was assigned over break. I can do those tonight in lieu of a good night's sleep. I really need to get on the ball. I can't believe I had an entire week to get caught up and only managed to get myself even more behind.
On a lighter note, Bastian is the coolest baby ever. He's talking and recognizing alot of things lately. Yesterday I took him to Fazoli's for dinner and another baby around his age came in. This kid was not talking, and apparently didn't want to eat because he threw spaghetti noodles about five feet from the table. Sebatian, who had been waving to this child unsuccessfully before this point and smiling, watched the tantrum and then became quiet a moment. He looked up at me and, while pointing at the spaghetti on the floor, solemnly said "mess". He nodded and very seriously repeated himself. It was the cutest thing ever. He knows how upset I get when he intentionally makes a mess, and he's learned the word pretty well.