It's so dry in my house that every time I pet the cat it gives her
and I an electric shock. You'd think I'd learn from it and stop doing it but
she's so freaking cute I can't help it. Then I get that MGMT song stuck in my
head 'shocked me like an electric eel, baby girl, turn me on with your electric
feel' and that's bordering on creepy when I sing that to the cat. I
sing to her a lot, badly, but with pure intentions. She’s awesome.
This last week was one high levels of stress and then levels of
stress so minute that I wasn’t sure if I should worry about something. So I
did. I worried about the house catching fire, someone breaking in, getting into
a car accident and wondering if I forgot to turn in an assignment. Clearly I
function more rationally when I am very busy and don’t have time to worry about
bad things happening. Not that the low amount of stress was bad for me, it was
quite enjoyable but I still needed to be engaged in something.
So after leaving a meeting on Wednesday I rushed home to visit
with my parents and Aunt and Uncle whom stopped by on their way to Nashville.
It was good to see them, just not long enough of a visit, however I will see
them for Christmas. Once they got back on the road I immediately went to grab
coffee and work on my paper that needed to be submitted before midnight, which
was completely attainable since I’d be working on it for the last week. As I
was completing a cover page and putting finishing touches on it Microsoft word
decided it wanted to give me an aneurysm and shut down. Thankfully I had saved
repeatedly in the process and was able to pull it back up after I got home and
submitted it. Jason’s Mom and Step-dad had come to town while I was still
working and were already there by the time I returned home as was Jen’s Mom. We
had a full house and it was interesting to observe the different dynamics since
the personalities were composed of a very broad range of individual. That night
we drank wine and played games. ‘Twas a fun evening.
Thanksgiving Day was also Jen’s birthday so we celebrated doubly. We had really great food, of which I ate too much, and had birthday cake and watched football. It was nice to have a day committed to not being obligated to be anywhere for anything except to just enjoy the day. We went to the bar after the parents went to bed to get birthday drinks and chat.
Friday I got to sleep in a bit (yes!) and we spent the day getting things to improve the chicken coop and some other home projects. After getting supplies we went to Churchill Downs to check out the last weekend of the fall races. That place is crazy and I can’t believe I’ve lived here for 6 months and haven’t visited. I can understand how someone could waste an entire day there. It’s gambling at its finest and the person watching is amazeballs. I will go back there in the spring and take cash so I can sit and watch horses run in circles while drinking mint juleps or bourbon, smoking a cigar and pretending like I’m Bukowski. I’d say things like “Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.” Or “Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.” Oh to be a writer and a drunk.
Thanksgiving Day was also Jen’s birthday so we celebrated doubly. We had really great food, of which I ate too much, and had birthday cake and watched football. It was nice to have a day committed to not being obligated to be anywhere for anything except to just enjoy the day. We went to the bar after the parents went to bed to get birthday drinks and chat.
Friday I got to sleep in a bit (yes!) and we spent the day getting things to improve the chicken coop and some other home projects. After getting supplies we went to Churchill Downs to check out the last weekend of the fall races. That place is crazy and I can’t believe I’ve lived here for 6 months and haven’t visited. I can understand how someone could waste an entire day there. It’s gambling at its finest and the person watching is amazeballs. I will go back there in the spring and take cash so I can sit and watch horses run in circles while drinking mint juleps or bourbon, smoking a cigar and pretending like I’m Bukowski. I’d say things like “Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.” Or “Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.” Oh to be a writer and a drunk.
The next
two weeks I will be dedicating to finishing out the semester strong and really
being effective and efficient regardless of how many hours I’m spending at work
or my internship. I just need to push through and be a rock star on the rest of
these assignments. (as I imagine a stadium of people chanting my name).
I still haven’t figured out when or how I am getting to Nashville and Michigan over the next few weeks but I’m ignoring those thoughts until after all of my work is done. I’m hoping to pick up extra hours at work so I can pay bills, buy presents, etc but I also need to go see family and friends. NEED is subjective, obviously.
I still haven’t figured out when or how I am getting to Nashville and Michigan over the next few weeks but I’m ignoring those thoughts until after all of my work is done. I’m hoping to pick up extra hours at work so I can pay bills, buy presents, etc but I also need to go see family and friends. NEED is subjective, obviously.
Anyhow….things are great. I need to remind
myself of that in 6 days when I am on the verge of a mental breakdown due to
stress J
Have
a fantastic week.
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