Not the Best Start


Tonight was my first biology quiz. I studied well, I thought, and went into class thinking I was more or less prepared. Turns out I was not.

In the end, I missed three of ten, and got a bonus question correct, so odds are that will convert over to an 80. There are going to be quizzes every week, so there’s a good possibility that future performance will gloss over this bump in the road.

I was thrown by the format of the quiz. I went in expecting multiple choice, and it was all short answers. I keep telling myself that at least now I know for next time, so I’ll need to change up what I’m studying as well as how I’m studying it.

I am utterly exhausted right now and want nothing more than to go to sleep, but I’ve got about 45 minutes before I can close things down and call it a night. I’m living the high life, wanting to head for bed at around 9:00. If you see me with a lampshade on my head dancing the watusi past your front window, just pat me on the noggin and point me in the direction of home.

Part of me wants to go ahead and study tonight, but I know that I’m too tired for anything to stick, so I’m erring on the side of caution and starting fresh in the morning.

Maybe I can get to bed a little early tonight. I hope so.




I’m pooped.

I don’t know why I’m so tired. I haven’t done much of anything today outside of my usual checklist stuff. I even had a couple of short naps during the day. But as I write this, I’m fighting my eyelids slamming shut.

This is going to be a short post, because my wife has drilled it into my brain that I should listen to my body, and my body says it’s time to go to sleep. So I’m going to go do that very soon.

Hopefully tomorrow will be a little more noteworthy and I can find something to write about except for my condition as I’m writing.


Feeling Sociable


We had a friend spend the late afternoon and evening with us tonight. She came over initially to drop off something, but that turned into conversation, which turned into her taking a conference call from our kitchen table, which turned into dinner, which turned into more conversation. I wasn’t very talkative but that was mostly because I didn’t have that much to add to things. That tends to be the case with me socially, sitting back and letting others dominate conversation. I’ve always done it. I think it’s because I was taught at a young age not to interrupt when other people are talking, and conversations naturally flow from one topic to another, so usually by the time I can hop in and not feel like I’m stepping on anyone’s toes the conversation has typically moved on, so I just sit and listen mostly. I should try to figure out a way of breaking that habit.

It’s been a productive day today, but it was an early start – I was up at 3:30 am thanks to a splitting headache and a horrible backache, and I never got back to bed. That means that I’m super tired tonight and really want nothing more than to go lie down.

Out of Spoons


I’ve been low on spoons all day today. We made an attempt to go out to the big comics store today for Free Comic Book Day but the line was unbelievably long and neither of us felt like standing in line for that long, so we headed home.

I just finished our three hour radio program where all I have to do is provide witty banter and I am utterly exhausted. And I haven’t done anything today.

I’ll write more tomorrow, I hope, but today has just been a wash all the way around.

A Rough Afternoon


The usual activities of the day were interrupted this afternoon by a clash of symptoms between me and my wife. She was asking me if I knew a song that was going in our evening show, I said no and instinctively looked over at her laptop to see what song was playing, and that led her to tell me lightheartedly that she didn’t want me to look. I never heard the lighthearted part, what I heard was her being upset at me for spoiling the surprise, so naturally my first response was to apologize for ruining the song and to immediately start kicking myself for screwing things up. This led to things getting heated between us and as is our usual M.O. we both forgot what we were arguing about in favor of new things to argue back and forth. We managed to get calmed down and I went in the bedroom to do my learning for the day, and she very curtly let me know her displeasure with leaving. Turns out I hadn’t announced my intentions – I thought I had – and I was just up and leaving the room without saying anything. This led to more of a blowup, and finally I went into the bedroom and closed the door and started trying to get my learning done.

Try, being the operative word.

I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t concentrate, and one of the games that I excel at I failed four times in a row because I wasn’t paying any attention to what my choices were and just tapped my phone seemingly at random. This led my wife to come into the room and mention my continued failing, and that started a whole new argument that lasted longer than the one in the living room. We were both shouting, and I was as usual absolutely adamant that things go exactly the way that I was envisioning them, which made her dig her heels in more.

I don’t remember a lot of details, but she just would not let me take responsibility for starting the argument. Finally, after what seemed like hours, we agreed that we were each responsible for our part in the argument and that closed it down for good, but not before we were both absolutely pissed at ourselves for not having better control of ourselves in the situation.

We went on the air, apologized for not being our usual high-energy selves, and did the show. Tonight’s show took a little more out of me than shows usually do, and I’m quite tired. Can’t wait for bedtime.