Brain Dump
I was up until almost 3 last night trying to get that damned paper done. When I finally called it quits I thought it sucked but after seeing what the other people brought to class I know I'll be getting one of the highest grades for this paper.
Last month I called the doctor to get my Zoloft refilled and was told that this would be the last refill until I came in to see the Doc. Seems that they having a thing about seeing patents more then once every 2 years (oops). I'm one of those guys that won't go to the doctor unless there's something really wrong, like puking blood or needing to have a limb sown back on. Doctors on the other hand like to check up on you now and then, you know, to be sure you still have a pulse. I've been dreading this all month because my doctor, while a wonderful woman, has NO vices at all. Only drinks filtered water and fresh squeezed, organic juices, eats no red meat, has never drank alcohol or caffeine, nor smoked. Every time I go in I get read the riot act because I do all of these things. This time was different though. All she did was weigh me (I gained 2 pounds in 2 years, I thought I had put on more weight), checked my blood pressure and pulse, told me I should come in some time for a cholesterol test, and handed me a 5 month script for my meds. I was almost disappointed. The badgering had become a sort of ritual.
Tomorrow morning for class I need to finish a couple of Access databases *shudder* and finish this damned outline for the final paper. I'm following the grading sheet he gave us to a tee and the outline is starting to be bigger then the whole paper. I'm 99% done it though. I just need to force Word to stop eating the bullet points so I can format it the way he wants it.
There's this guy in my tech class named Fran that I've been helping. Ever sense the second week of school he's been telling me he's going to take me out drinking as a thank you. I've told him time and again that he doesn't have to but he insists so after class tomorrow we're going out for lunch and drinks. Then afterwards we asked me if I could check out his network and fix the problems he's having. I'm not sure that getting me liquored up, then having me fix his network is the proper order of things but from what he's told me of the mess he has now there's no way I could make it worse.
I have one class Wednesday and the Prof has decided to make it extra credit. On one hand I like to get as much extra credit as I can and this is history which is my favorite class. On the other hand the prospect of a 5 day weekend is mighty fucking tempting and depending on how much I drink tomorrow with Fran I may be in no shape to do much of anything Wednesday.
It's now quarter after one, I want to grab a shower before bed, and I have to be up at six. Drinking while sleep deprived is always fun...
Last month I called the doctor to get my Zoloft refilled and was told that this would be the last refill until I came in to see the Doc. Seems that they having a thing about seeing patents more then once every 2 years (oops). I'm one of those guys that won't go to the doctor unless there's something really wrong, like puking blood or needing to have a limb sown back on. Doctors on the other hand like to check up on you now and then, you know, to be sure you still have a pulse. I've been dreading this all month because my doctor, while a wonderful woman, has NO vices at all. Only drinks filtered water and fresh squeezed, organic juices, eats no red meat, has never drank alcohol or caffeine, nor smoked. Every time I go in I get read the riot act because I do all of these things. This time was different though. All she did was weigh me (I gained 2 pounds in 2 years, I thought I had put on more weight), checked my blood pressure and pulse, told me I should come in some time for a cholesterol test, and handed me a 5 month script for my meds. I was almost disappointed. The badgering had become a sort of ritual.
Tomorrow morning for class I need to finish a couple of Access databases *shudder* and finish this damned outline for the final paper. I'm following the grading sheet he gave us to a tee and the outline is starting to be bigger then the whole paper. I'm 99% done it though. I just need to force Word to stop eating the bullet points so I can format it the way he wants it.
There's this guy in my tech class named Fran that I've been helping. Ever sense the second week of school he's been telling me he's going to take me out drinking as a thank you. I've told him time and again that he doesn't have to but he insists so after class tomorrow we're going out for lunch and drinks. Then afterwards we asked me if I could check out his network and fix the problems he's having. I'm not sure that getting me liquored up, then having me fix his network is the proper order of things but from what he's told me of the mess he has now there's no way I could make it worse.
I have one class Wednesday and the Prof has decided to make it extra credit. On one hand I like to get as much extra credit as I can and this is history which is my favorite class. On the other hand the prospect of a 5 day weekend is mighty fucking tempting and depending on how much I drink tomorrow with Fran I may be in no shape to do much of anything Wednesday.
It's now quarter after one, I want to grab a shower before bed, and I have to be up at six. Drinking while sleep deprived is always fun...