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Day 812: Wicked Little Town
Sep. 14th, 2009 07:35 am...because its lyrics kind of fit what madness was going through my head. The Tommy Gnosis version of the song comes in the second half of the movie, right after some hardcore insanity and all apologies. And it fits, I think, the weird rollercoaster I was riding this week.
I did post-ninjitsu Friday night laundry, since Sensei told me that after I wash my uniform enough times it'll stop chafing. It didn't really chafe to start with, but it is kind of stiff still. I chatted to friends and wrote and hung out. On a whim I sent a message to Will telling him to come hang out if he was bored, but when I didn't get a response by half ten I figured he was tuckered out from reading moot court cases, so I settled in for an easy night of writing and chatting with friends.
Only he was still awake around midnight and wanted to hang. So we did. Till about four a.m. At which point I summarily booted him and hauled myself into bed.
I didn't get anything useful done on Saturday, partially because I was still crazy-tired. I got up in time to haul myself to the grocery store to get some baking supplies, and then I came back home and crawled back into bed. When I finally got up to go to D&D, however, I felt a lot better. I guess my body knew it needed to nap to fight off the cold (which isn't completely gone but isn't as monstrous as I was afraid it would be). I was fuzzy-headed for much of the day and unsure of how much use I'd be at D&D. There were about twenty people there that night, and Tomie wrangled us all because he's full of awesome that way. I had a lot of fun - met new people, all that jazz. Had some lawyer talk with Lawyer John. Picked up some new Madam Xanadu that I have yet to read.
After D&D I went home and...cleaned. Didn't write my speech like I'd planned. But I cleaned my apartment and then went to bed.
Sunday started off slow. I was still muzzy in the head from the previous day's sleep schedule fiasco, and I wasn't sure how up to church I was feeling, but I went anyway, and by the end of the three hours I was still a little on edge, but I felt much better. On Saturday night post D&D I'd called Mom to get some advice on using my shiny new slow cooker, and before I went to church I set the thing cooking.
I got home in good time, wrote letters, even had time for a short nap, and then it was dinner time. I ate quickly and dashed off to the institute for a fireside.
Which, to put no short words on it, changed my life. Change doesn't happen overnight, and I have a lot of stuff to work on, but now I have goals and a cause and all the other shiny things that keep a girl going through life. So I was very happy when I got home and had grandiose plans to write Tom and tell him all about it. I ran into this guy named Andrew in the parking lot (sixth floor, pre-med student) who was attempting to haul groceries up to his place, and so I showed him the utility of the little shopping cart that someone filched from the Walgreens on the corner, and we chatted.
When I got up to my apartment I found a note from my downstairs neighbor that informed me that my AC was leaking all over her apartment. This has happened before and we had to call a repair guy, but she said Mike the Med Student knew what he was doing, so we rearranged some of my furniture and he crawled back to handle the AC (with some phone talk from Dad). So now my apartment is half pulled apart, but it's not the end of the world. I talked to my parents on the phone, talked to Daniel some, and went to bed.
It's been a pretty awesome start to the week. I hear the trial problem is coming in, though, so I have a feeling my work-load is about to pick up. Litigator-hood, here I come!
I did post-ninjitsu Friday night laundry, since Sensei told me that after I wash my uniform enough times it'll stop chafing. It didn't really chafe to start with, but it is kind of stiff still. I chatted to friends and wrote and hung out. On a whim I sent a message to Will telling him to come hang out if he was bored, but when I didn't get a response by half ten I figured he was tuckered out from reading moot court cases, so I settled in for an easy night of writing and chatting with friends.
Only he was still awake around midnight and wanted to hang. So we did. Till about four a.m. At which point I summarily booted him and hauled myself into bed.
I didn't get anything useful done on Saturday, partially because I was still crazy-tired. I got up in time to haul myself to the grocery store to get some baking supplies, and then I came back home and crawled back into bed. When I finally got up to go to D&D, however, I felt a lot better. I guess my body knew it needed to nap to fight off the cold (which isn't completely gone but isn't as monstrous as I was afraid it would be). I was fuzzy-headed for much of the day and unsure of how much use I'd be at D&D. There were about twenty people there that night, and Tomie wrangled us all because he's full of awesome that way. I had a lot of fun - met new people, all that jazz. Had some lawyer talk with Lawyer John. Picked up some new Madam Xanadu that I have yet to read.
After D&D I went home and...cleaned. Didn't write my speech like I'd planned. But I cleaned my apartment and then went to bed.
Sunday started off slow. I was still muzzy in the head from the previous day's sleep schedule fiasco, and I wasn't sure how up to church I was feeling, but I went anyway, and by the end of the three hours I was still a little on edge, but I felt much better. On Saturday night post D&D I'd called Mom to get some advice on using my shiny new slow cooker, and before I went to church I set the thing cooking.
I got home in good time, wrote letters, even had time for a short nap, and then it was dinner time. I ate quickly and dashed off to the institute for a fireside.
Which, to put no short words on it, changed my life. Change doesn't happen overnight, and I have a lot of stuff to work on, but now I have goals and a cause and all the other shiny things that keep a girl going through life. So I was very happy when I got home and had grandiose plans to write Tom and tell him all about it. I ran into this guy named Andrew in the parking lot (sixth floor, pre-med student) who was attempting to haul groceries up to his place, and so I showed him the utility of the little shopping cart that someone filched from the Walgreens on the corner, and we chatted.
When I got up to my apartment I found a note from my downstairs neighbor that informed me that my AC was leaking all over her apartment. This has happened before and we had to call a repair guy, but she said Mike the Med Student knew what he was doing, so we rearranged some of my furniture and he crawled back to handle the AC (with some phone talk from Dad). So now my apartment is half pulled apart, but it's not the end of the world. I talked to my parents on the phone, talked to Daniel some, and went to bed.
It's been a pretty awesome start to the week. I hear the trial problem is coming in, though, so I have a feeling my work-load is about to pick up. Litigator-hood, here I come!
