Got the Number…

So, Thursday night was … different. What would Friday night bring? The following is an excerpt from an email that I sent to a friend who called last week wondering what I was doing for Valentines’ Day:

Friday was a zoo [at work] and the 7th period class, even without the computers, were pretty much out of control. I ended up staying until almost eight because there was a ton of paper that I needed to put away/store/or toss. I got out of there, did some quick shopping at CompUSA (printer cartridges and earphones for my iPod). I originally thought to eat at home and then go to my local pub, taco beach, for a few beers, but it was getting so late that I just went straight over.

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Sleeping Alone

So a friend said that she keeps young by eating right and exercising and sleeping eight hours a night. Wow, eight hours a night, I feel like I’m pushing it when I get 5 hours a night. So Thursday was a really long day for me with a 7:40 AM staff meeting, and the rest of the day filled with the usual dog and pony show and then the custodians showing up at my door at exactly 3:36 to help me move my furniture. so as to rearrange my whole computer lab. Ugh. They were done by about 6 PM and I was done rewiring everything and went home about 7:30.

I was fried by the time I got home but I had to create a seating chart for my classes (seeing that I’d just rearranged 75% of the classroom). I pretty much worked on that until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer and then crawled into bed. Eight-hours sleep, I wonder what that would feel like? The best I could manage would be maybe six, it then being 11:30.

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Sick and Tired

I can’t believe it’s happening again. The last time I noticed this was also just before a three-day weekend. That time it had been a difficult but manageable week and then on that Friday I got a call from a “friend” heading to a divorce hearing needing to be cheered up. Alas, over the course of that day I got emotionally involved in her plight and ended up getting upset about pretty much everything. By Saturday morning I had a chill, a runny nose and was losing my voice. By Saturday night I knew it’d be better from me to stay in bed Sunday morning than go out and spread this cold. It didn’t help that my “friend” then called me on Sunday, while I was sick in bed, pissed off at me because of something I’d written in my blog. I spent the next two days in bed. So much for that three day weekend.

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No F2F for Me & Moving On

This week was the first gathering of my Pepperdine classmates that I’m not participating in. Shit. At the end of their first day of sessions I ventured up the freeway for some after hours conversation. They were drained after their day in transit and sitting for five hours planning their DC trip in April. They asked how my job was going and after rambling on forever about the latest BS, they asked, “So, how’s that other situation going?” When I hesitated a bit, sweet Ali asked, “Is it really over?”

I smiled and said, “As far as I know.” Wrong answer. Shit. Basically, they said that as long as I wasn’t saying that it was really over than I was leaving myself open to the possibility that she’d call and everything would be back. Back to what? Obviously, the logic wasn’t all that important. The point was that I was being less than definitive and they’d heard me say that it was over before, only to later hear another tale of this relationship that wouldn’t die. Damn. I hate getting life lessons from cute 20-somethings.
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