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Bah. The stupid heat is coming back, so I had a HORRIBLE sleep last night. Plus I had to get up early this morning (okay, okay, early for me) so I can get to work for 9 instead of a much prefered 1. Then I have to work all day (ugh), but leave quickly enough to catch a bus to get to the Greyhound station to catch another bus and head home for the weekend. Far too stressful for a Friday.
And now that you've put up with my whining . . .
Had a really nice visit with Sab and her James on Wednesday night. Although apparently Kunal can now see the future, which is more than slightly disturbing. Wednesday afternoon: I announce that Sab will be coming, Kunal asks if she's my bald friend. I am taken aback, because I don't have any bald friends. So I say no. I then proceed to cause a bit of an argument with Kunal about it, because we hadn't argued about anything in the past few days and we were really overdue. Cut to, Wednesday night: Sab gets out of the car, and she has no hair!!!! The hell!! So yeah. Frightened.
As an aside, the lack of hair looks not too shabby. Plus it's fuzzy. Really, what more could you ask for.
Last night's Family Development lecture was on families with children with exceptionalities (or disabilities, depending on your terminology). At one point we were talking about parents' reactions when they find out. The prof went on a little tangent about how odd it is that some people seem perfectly capable of dealing with life altering changes and moving on with things, while others just let things fall apart around them. That is something that I've noticed, and I can't wondering why that is. What determines how you deal with things? Looking at myself, I never would have expected that I would be someone who can deal with depression and considering suicide and all that crap to become the well-adjusted person I am today (okay, that was a bit of sarcasm, but you know what I mean). But I did it, and looking back it's one of the best things that ever happened to me. If I hadn't been depressed I never would have left Lethbridge, never would have come to Trent, never would have met my friends etc etc. Kind of makes you wonder if there is a "big plan".
Okay, so I've used up my "serious thought" quota for the day. I may as well go wait for the bus. Here's hoping Tim Horton's is open by the time I get to campus. Hugs and howls to all.
And now that you've put up with my whining . . .
Had a really nice visit with Sab and her James on Wednesday night. Although apparently Kunal can now see the future, which is more than slightly disturbing. Wednesday afternoon: I announce that Sab will be coming, Kunal asks if she's my bald friend. I am taken aback, because I don't have any bald friends. So I say no. I then proceed to cause a bit of an argument with Kunal about it, because we hadn't argued about anything in the past few days and we were really overdue. Cut to, Wednesday night: Sab gets out of the car, and she has no hair!!!! The hell!! So yeah. Frightened.
As an aside, the lack of hair looks not too shabby. Plus it's fuzzy. Really, what more could you ask for.
Last night's Family Development lecture was on families with children with exceptionalities (or disabilities, depending on your terminology). At one point we were talking about parents' reactions when they find out. The prof went on a little tangent about how odd it is that some people seem perfectly capable of dealing with life altering changes and moving on with things, while others just let things fall apart around them. That is something that I've noticed, and I can't wondering why that is. What determines how you deal with things? Looking at myself, I never would have expected that I would be someone who can deal with depression and considering suicide and all that crap to become the well-adjusted person I am today (okay, that was a bit of sarcasm, but you know what I mean). But I did it, and looking back it's one of the best things that ever happened to me. If I hadn't been depressed I never would have left Lethbridge, never would have come to Trent, never would have met my friends etc etc. Kind of makes you wonder if there is a "big plan".
Okay, so I've used up my "serious thought" quota for the day. I may as well go wait for the bus. Here's hoping Tim Horton's is open by the time I get to campus. Hugs and howls to all.