I realize that I haven't been posting all that regularly for a good while. School has kept my nose in the books.
This week has been a tumult of frustration and emotion. I know it's only Monday, but still. Yesterday I was dished some crazy bad news, I had a huge lab project due, so last night I stayed up late trying to make sure I had everything right, and as a result, I went to bed fretting about the geometry and age of fault planes and folds. On top of that, my roommate was snoring, and once I finally did get to sleep, his alarm went off. All in all, I got 4 hours of sleep, then hurried to class where I had a major mineral identification exam. Then, this afternoon, I got a second helping of terrible news, and on top of that, the keyboard I'm using to type this will not cooperate.
I'm emotionally spent, and I've still got a week's worth of school ahead. I wish there was a motherly spider here to tell me to keep my chin up and keep old Mr. Zuckerman's knife at bay. I feel like someone wants me dead.
And now people are looking at me funny. If I tap the keys really hard, they work. But it sounds like I'm taking out my frustration on the keyboard. Can they blame me though? Honestly . . .
1 comment:
You know I'd give my right hand to be on a plane up there just to make you some dinner. Or a sandwich with no cheese.
But my kids would miss me. And I can't make a very good sandwich without using my right hand.
So (here's me shrugging my shoulders and holding both hands up and weighing them against each other... What to do?).
There's some serious junk headed your way in the mail, and that's the best I can do.
Until next time...
Post a Comment