Exhaustion, Work, and Celebrity Sex Dreams
Tonight is the first night in days that I've not felt so completely tired after work that I pass out on the couch by 8:00. I'm taking this as a good sign.
Work has been incredibly busy. My projects are only two, but they are both intense: 1) Matching Over 100 Students to Over 400 Donors and Making Thank-You Packets for those Over 100 Students with the Names of their Donors, and 2) Creating and Implementing a Filing/Tracking System for over 400 University and Non-University Publications. All this after completing the seven-page index of a 145-page training manual. Whew. But damn am I proud of my work. This filing system? Sweet. Everyone who hears about it is impressed, and I'm not just trying to toot my own horn unnecessarily. You'd be impressed, too, I'd bet.
I will be starting classes again on August 25, which leaves two weeks for work and one week for a vacation. Then I'll be back into the fray with a 10-hour-a-week internship, 10 hours of work a week, and 12 credit hours (Constructive Theology, Field Education, History of Liturgy, and Economy of Salvation). I'm not too sure I can make the transition smoothly, but I'll try. Not to mention, it's going to feel awesome to be able to master all of these tasks and make them look easy. I've never been too confident of my abilities, but with a lot of work I've become moreso.
And on a side note, I had the strangest celebrity-sex-dream two nights ago. I mean, strange. Do you know Michael Cera (of Arrested Development and Juno fame)? Yeah. Michael Cera. I'm sure it means something, but I have no idea what. All I know is that we were dating in San Francisco, where people I knew in high school noticed me (though I never went to high school in San Francisco), and he lived/worked in an apartment that looked like a crazy cross between the inside of a log cabin, night club, and yacht (perhaps I have been watching too much Arrested Development). And what makes it worse is that the next night, when I inexplicably felt like watching an episode of Arrested Development, for the first time ever I consciously thought, "George Michael Bluth looks is hot..." I've never thought that typically "hot" actors are attractive, favoring more "nerdy" actors. But this one took me by surprise. So much so, that I told Syl about it this evening. He laughed.
PS- Regarding my most recent entry, I have decided to not take part in the HIV vaccine drug trial.
annasaurusrex's comment in particular made me realize how intimidated I was to face a lumbar puncture, and that is not a bad thing. I'm just not ready to put my body into that kind of harm, even for the best of causes.
Work has been incredibly busy. My projects are only two, but they are both intense: 1) Matching Over 100 Students to Over 400 Donors and Making Thank-You Packets for those Over 100 Students with the Names of their Donors, and 2) Creating and Implementing a Filing/Tracking System for over 400 University and Non-University Publications. All this after completing the seven-page index of a 145-page training manual. Whew. But damn am I proud of my work. This filing system? Sweet. Everyone who hears about it is impressed, and I'm not just trying to toot my own horn unnecessarily. You'd be impressed, too, I'd bet.
I will be starting classes again on August 25, which leaves two weeks for work and one week for a vacation. Then I'll be back into the fray with a 10-hour-a-week internship, 10 hours of work a week, and 12 credit hours (Constructive Theology, Field Education, History of Liturgy, and Economy of Salvation). I'm not too sure I can make the transition smoothly, but I'll try. Not to mention, it's going to feel awesome to be able to master all of these tasks and make them look easy. I've never been too confident of my abilities, but with a lot of work I've become moreso.
And on a side note, I had the strangest celebrity-sex-dream two nights ago. I mean, strange. Do you know Michael Cera (of Arrested Development and Juno fame)? Yeah. Michael Cera. I'm sure it means something, but I have no idea what. All I know is that we were dating in San Francisco, where people I knew in high school noticed me (though I never went to high school in San Francisco), and he lived/worked in an apartment that looked like a crazy cross between the inside of a log cabin, night club, and yacht (perhaps I have been watching too much Arrested Development). And what makes it worse is that the next night, when I inexplicably felt like watching an episode of Arrested Development, for the first time ever I consciously thought, "George Michael Bluth looks is hot..." I've never thought that typically "hot" actors are attractive, favoring more "nerdy" actors. But this one took me by surprise. So much so, that I told Syl about it this evening. He laughed.
PS- Regarding my most recent entry, I have decided to not take part in the HIV vaccine drug trial.
annasaurusrex's comment in particular made me realize how intimidated I was to face a lumbar puncture, and that is not a bad thing. I'm just not ready to put my body into that kind of harm, even for the best of causes.