Day 798: Head in the Clouds

Or, more likely, head of the clouds, given how I've been cotton-headed for the last two days.

But let me back up.

First of all, gaming on Monday night was awesome. Even though most of the players are technically neophytes, we had a lot of fun, and I really enjoyed myself. I honestly couldn't have asked for a better time. We got preludes done on D&D and White Wolf, and I'll admit I'm running the same Mixed WoD campaign storyline I've been trying to run forever, but it'll turn out differently with each group of players, so I just need to work out plot details, I guess. I'm jazzed to play.

Tuesday and Wednesday were hazy blurs of attempting to study and having a ravaging enough headache that I couldn't get enough done, but the migraine pills would have made it worse, so I napped too much, ate way too much junk food, and stayed up too late talking to friends online. Also watched too much Alias. But talking to friends was good - I got to talk to Sei and Curry, and one night me, BenTen, and Aaron Peach got to a little bit of MoA gaming, which was cool. I was a little slow on the character creation, but it was fun to see us all running on the same wavelengths. I'm always pleasantly surprised when one of the boys is a good writer, and Aaron was pretty rockin' awesome.

Wednesday was by far my best study day. It's official - I've read the ABA Model Rules of Professional Conduct four times now, in various forms, and I've read the CJC three times. Even though it feels like none of it sticks. I did good on the review questions, and that's what counts.

Today was my best day, though. I didn't get much studying done due to headaches, but there was a baptismal session at the temple, so I went along. Now, I'd called the temple the day before and had it on good authority that the session started at five, so I should be there at four thirty. Apparently the rest of my stake had everything half an hour behind, so I hung around the waiting room and then the chapel reading. I made it all the way through the book of Revelation, a part of the Song of Solomon that seemed markedly out of place, and the first few chapters of Isaiah before I got going.

Afterwards, I felt - rejuvenated. It was awesome. I hung around in the waiting room talking to some little kids who were there with their mom. She told me they were from Kansas city and her husband worked at the temple, and this time she came with him. One boy was hispanic of sorts, one girl half-chinese, the other half-black (she had pretty blue eyes) and they were young, the oldest perhaps seven. We talked. They thought I was eighteen at best and seemed mightily surprised when I pulled my keys out of my purse, because I certainly didn't look old enough to drive. They were chatty and cheerful and possibly a little too trusting, but sweet kids all the same. They were all amazed that I knew they were adopted, so maybe they were adopted young enough that skin color and racial features don't mean much to them besides variations on a reflection. When they asked how I knew, I told them I was adopted too, so now I think the poor kids think that fellow adoptees have some secret way of just knowing. I didn't have the heart to tell them that I knew they were adopted because they weren't the same color as their mother. They were cute kids.

I got lots of studying done afterwards, and then went to help clean the chapel. There's something odd about some songs, but when the first come over the radio after you haven't heard them in a long time, they sound like magic. The guitars are sharper, the bass is a little harder, and energy is live-wire. The second time in a night, though, things aren't always so awesome, which kinda made me sad on the drive home.

I called my parents to thank them for help editing my donor thank-you letter, and then I studied more.

I think ice cream and Alias is in order before bed.

Urgh.

Big test tomorrow.