isn't it enough in 2013-2014

Continuing on from the last entry...

Thursday: I said fuck this and took a sick day. I didn't get out of bed for good until about 5:30. Hooray, Benadryl! It was wonderful. The stuffiness had persisted, but it wasn't worth taking on and going to sit under 10 fluorescent lights. I did my last two online Russian assignments. Assignment 31, the very last one I will ever take, was the first one I have ever gotten 100% on the first try.

When I went to bed Thursday, I laid there for approximately 3.5 hours before finally falling asleep, after running through every single stressor in my life right now. Fear of severe weather outbreaks? Check. Job anxiety? Check. Begging God to get me out of here before the next Big Storm? Check. And in grand finale, completely ridiculous and indicative of generalized anxiety acting up, omghoneymoonsarescarywhyamiplanningthisiwillneedsomuchliquor. Because why not.

Friday: my alarm went off at 6:45. I woke up quickly after a very restless night, listened to the alarm blare and the radio kick on, and had approximately zero fucks to give. I had an absence to burn in Russian and had already turned my homework in online. I emailed my boss and went back to sleep until 12:30. I only showed up at 1:30 because Josh wanted me to help him conduct two student worker interviews. As it turned out, both girls were great and we'll probably hire them both. I also spent the last 20 minutes busily correcting a ginormous, $22,000 error courtesy of the big boss. He was really good-natured about it, and it was an easy fix, but oh, is this week over yet.

I called Aaron after work but he didn't quite want to talk as I drove home, so I called him again after I had settled in so I could get his thoughts on the last few potential residences. He conveyed them and then went out to a new Japanese steakhouse with his sister for the next couple hours. We were supposed to Skype, but he distantly wandered back on and offline and ended up declining so he could watch the South Park movie with his sister. I love him to pieces and he is very good about not being a stereotypical inconsiderate never-calls-you-back guy, but every now and then he has this thing about not sharing plans, or just assuming that you're on his schedule, no further communication needed. Even his mother commented on that to me once. I am slightly tempted to call him tomorrow as I leave for my race. At 6:30am. I won't. I'm not that mean.

Because yes, tomorrow is rubber ducky race day. The race is an hour away (everything here is an hour away) and there is a mandatory pre-race meeting at 7:45 where I will find out my wave time, sometime between 8 and 9. I have a friend who should be getting there at 8, but just in case, I'm bringing a book. Or napping in my car. I got exactly no training done this week, but at least I carb loaded tonight. So there's that.

It's 11am. I took some sleep-inducing Benadryl about 20 minutes ago. I'm all set for bed and will watch the fourth quarter of the FSU-Auburn game on my laptop, cozied up in bed, until I fall asleep. And if Aaron calls me before he goes to bed at like, 12:30 or something, we will have honey I am not operating on your schedule you knew I was going to bed just like you knew if we were going to talk it would have to be earlier I love you but knock it off words.

Oh, and a friend of mine had his baby! Or his wife did. Benji is quite premature and is in the NICU until further notice. Doing stellar, and his blood gas ratio is great, but he's intubated and receiving surfactant to make it easier for his tiny lungs to breathe. So prayers for Benji, please.

Mostly, I am very glad this week is ending, and hoping that no one dies over the next five days of awful spring weather outbreaks. Blah.