My morning with sheer force of will
I fell asleep at 4AM and Dan's alarm went off at 5 since he had to be at work at six. My alarms went off at 6 and 6:30 and I flopped out of bed at 6:46 with the knot in my back (damn free-weights) screaming and my head mad at me for not getting enough (any?) sleep. So I put some clothes on, kissed my cat's head, threw a nectarine and an apple in my backpack, knocked on my roommate's door to see if she wanted a ride, stretched my achy calves (damn treadmill) and trudged out of the house alone. I started my Taurus ,which reached 100,000 miles yesterday, and let her warm up while I drank some water. I pulled up the street to Jared's house because he said last night he'd appreciate a ride and would be waiting at 5 to 7 for me to pull up. It was about 2 to 7 when I pulled up and no Jared. I pulled my car to the side of the street and called him. He was all like, "Hey B, what's up," and sounding all awake when he answered. I told him I was outside, he asked what time it was, and told me he didn't hear his alarm and I should go on without him. I almost just pulled around the block to go back to bed rationalizing that I work from noon to 7 tonight and wouldn't have time to eat anything besides my apple and nectarine until that late if I went to school, but somehow managed to keep on truckin.
As an habitual class-skipper, especially when I feel there is little to no reason to go, and being all sore and achy and grumpy and tired, I spent my entire ride to school listening to Bob and Tom and trying to figure out how I was willing myself to actually go to class all the while trying to talk myself into going back home to bed.
I'm proud of actually coming to school today, even though the grammar quiz in English was incredibly easy and now I'm updating this while the class finishes, I feel it'll pay off to have actually heard the lectures today so I can more easily do my weekend homework.
I "ran" two miles on the treadmill and got home about 15 minutes ago. I made an omelette with onion and drank some OJ and was surprised to find Dan was home. Apparently, he worked until 8:30AM and then BAM he got laid off. Now he's slamming around the house cleaning everything and going back and forth between the computer and the phone working on filing for unemployment. His fucking ungrateful ignoramus of a boss and his whore wife who run the company lay off the guy who has been there two years over a guy who has been there three months and doesn't follow procedure for anything.
I.Hate.Life.
OK, new development, the three month fucker got laid off too. Justice. Still, this puts a hell of a cinch in an already cinched situation. It's like I'm trying to fit my size 18/20 ass into a corset with a 15-inch waist. NOT GOING TO WORK. Hey life, you win this round, but I'm working on a comeback.
As an habitual class-skipper, especially when I feel there is little to no reason to go, and being all sore and achy and grumpy and tired, I spent my entire ride to school listening to Bob and Tom and trying to figure out how I was willing myself to actually go to class all the while trying to talk myself into going back home to bed.
I'm proud of actually coming to school today, even though the grammar quiz in English was incredibly easy and now I'm updating this while the class finishes, I feel it'll pay off to have actually heard the lectures today so I can more easily do my weekend homework.
I "ran" two miles on the treadmill and got home about 15 minutes ago. I made an omelette with onion and drank some OJ and was surprised to find Dan was home. Apparently, he worked until 8:30AM and then BAM he got laid off. Now he's slamming around the house cleaning everything and going back and forth between the computer and the phone working on filing for unemployment. His fucking ungrateful ignoramus of a boss and his whore wife who run the company lay off the guy who has been there two years over a guy who has been there three months and doesn't follow procedure for anything.
I.Hate.Life.
OK, new development, the three month fucker got laid off too. Justice. Still, this puts a hell of a cinch in an already cinched situation. It's like I'm trying to fit my size 18/20 ass into a corset with a 15-inch waist. NOT GOING TO WORK. Hey life, you win this round, but I'm working on a comeback.