Official Christmas Break - Day 2
I wonder why it is that things don't bother me until someone makes me feel as if it should. For example, CJ's in California for Christmas. Do I wish he were with me? Of course I do! Did I think it strange that he didn't stay with me? No, not a bit. He goes to visit his family every Christmas. He invited me to go with him, and I chose to stay behind so that I could study. However, while I was talking to someone (I forget who) the other day, I told them he is in California with his family. Her reaction? "I can't believe he didn't stay with you!" "Why would he leave you?" "Why wouldn't he come back to spend Christmas with you?!" etc... So of course then these thoughts are in my mind, which means I start to feel sad that he didn't stay with me, which is completely absurd! While my rational self realizes how completely absurd this all is, my crazy female side thinks, "Why didn't he stay with me?" Silly female. I must constantly remind myself that he offered to fly me out to California with him. I said no. This is not his doing. This is my doing.
In other news, I had physical therapy today. Blech. I'm always so sore after physical therapy. I intended on studying so hard after I got home from PT, but I took a bit of medicine to help with the muscle spasms and pain, and then I fell asleep. Now I'm sitting here typing this blog, and I am probably going to go back to bed soon. It's amazing how worn out an our of PT can make me.
I have my schedule made out for the next several weeks. I can't believe that my qual is in a few short weeks. I am so going to blow this thing out of the water. If I can just manage to remember all the details, I really think I can do well on this thing. Tomorrow = hours and hours of controls problems. But for now? It may be bed time...
In other news, I had physical therapy today. Blech. I'm always so sore after physical therapy. I intended on studying so hard after I got home from PT, but I took a bit of medicine to help with the muscle spasms and pain, and then I fell asleep. Now I'm sitting here typing this blog, and I am probably going to go back to bed soon. It's amazing how worn out an our of PT can make me.
I have my schedule made out for the next several weeks. I can't believe that my qual is in a few short weeks. I am so going to blow this thing out of the water. If I can just manage to remember all the details, I really think I can do well on this thing. Tomorrow = hours and hours of controls problems. But for now? It may be bed time...