I have a case of ’em today.
My telco screwed up my home phone service enough to have me change back to BellSnot, er, BellSouth. Hit the Curriculum Vitae if you want the number. I warn you, I have Caller ID, and I use it judiciously. If I want to talk, I’ll talk. If I don’t, I won’t. That’s just me.
Amy’s dad’s not going to make it much longer. Talked to Amy and Jeff for a bit. It takes me to another time in my life, and all I can say is that it’s just all unimaginable and untransferrable. I don’t know what Amy’s feeling, if she’s feeling anything. All I know is that I can just sit there and listen and talk about whatever she wants to talk about and not talk about what she doesn’t. I think they call that being a friend.
Zits in your earlobe hurt. They really do. For whatever reason, probably because I was wearing earphones and tugging on my ear all weekend, I have them in my right earlobe. They hurt. I’ll be happy when the medication I have for them clears them up. [Sorry, but you get to read it.]
Weird thing … I worked seven hours today. Really odd, considering how dead I feel. But that’s just because I forgot about my weekly meeting with the other IPT team leaders. Dammit, I feel like an idiot.
I have to go to class. I don’t want to go to class. I just want to graduate. I just want the piece of paper. That’s all it is to me. Other than IPT, I’m not learning much that’s going to be useful to me in my brief career as an engineer.
My boss knows I’m going on a job interview next week. I even told him who it was with. I told him the truth, though–they’ll have to knock my socks off to land me. If I wore socks, that is. Might ought to do that for the interview.
I’m really tired, but I have a midterm tomorrow morning. I can’t just collapse when I get home. I have to go study for a while, then collapse. But collapse I shall.
I better go to the class I don’t want to attend. He gets irritable if I don’t go, and I lose track if I don’t go. I don’t want to lose track in this class. It’s enjoyable from time to time, but not particularly useful. Getting back into a rhythm will help me acclimate to being back home.
I’m not making sense. I haven’t made sense all day. But I’m getting paid to be incoherent. Riddle me that, Batman. -wave-