Okay, it is Monday again, I’m up before 10am, and I discovered a secret stash of peanut butter in the sleeve of my robe. Everything is back to normal. Sadly.

So, yeah, yesterday I was going to talk about all sorts of stuff, but didn’t get the chance to because I was being Mr. Popular. It is funny, because when you make a brief post on your website explaining that you can’t make a full-length post because you are being bombarded with phone calls, emails, messages, and various house guests, people just come out of the woodwork to call or email or message you about why you are so popular. Thus, adding to your popularity. It was literally 3:30pm before I managed to get control of the situation. Then, I got the pleasure of doing homework and paying bills for the rest of the day. Yesterday was not a fun day.

The madness actually started on Friday. The night went from let’s go do something to let’s do something after the pizza shows up. Then, Andi the Numbers called to say that she was in town for a wedding and the wedding was over. She also said that she’d been sitting in the Taco Bell parking lot for a long time trying not to have some sort of anxiety attack. She’d been there long enough to arouse suspicion in the chain-smoking employees of said Taco Bell and possibly also members of the law enforcement community. So, she joined the waiting for pizza party, which then quickly devolved into a let’s just stay in, eat pizza, and watch English/Australian/Irish comedians on YouTube night. Which was fine by me. I’m was exhausted from a long day of classes, the gym, and the heaviest pizza known to humankind.

After staying up way past our collective bedtimes, the Rev. Dark Wombat went home, Andi crashed on the couch, and I found my way to the bed. The next morning, and day in general, was spent searching for a place for me to eat on assignment. After a clusterfuck of attempts we finally found a place. After the late lunch, I headed back to Teacher Sis’s house with her to watch the season opener of Bones. So good. Then, I came home to get ready for Pathfinder. Which didn’t happen, but got trainwrecked by television installations and drama friends, instead.

Overall, my weekend was a few shining moments of good times buried in a mountain of frustration. Frustrations with food and school mainly. Sadly, the frustrations always seem to outweigh the shiny good times. Well, for now anyway. A few years from now, the rose colored lenses come out, and it is all good times.

Today, I’ve got my normal classes. In between them, is article writing and homework. Then, the gym this evening and probably more homework. I was thinking about this last night, if the homework was Math homework, I’d grumble about it, but I’d feel a sense of accomplishment after it was done. I feel nothing when I complete this homework. Not even a sense of relief. Because I know that more of the same shit has already taken the previous homework’s place in the queue of homework to complete. Take me back to Physics or Trig any day.

Yeah, that’s where I’m at today. And now I have to get to work. More soon. ~SC