Last Night

Yesterday was pretty busy. I had a lot of busy work that I couldn’t get to until Sunday afternoon so I was chugging along trying to get everything done so that I could go back to my room and watch a movie that I had borrowed from Ashley. But as I finished up, I realized that Mike needed a bunch of help on a project that he was working on, so I stayed with him so that he wouldn’t be at work all night. His project had to be on the boss’ desk in the morning. So as we were leaving, we saw Sean, my roommate, and he was also working on a project for a presentation that he had to give Monday night. And of course, Mike and I stayed and helped him with his project.

By the time I got back to my room, changed into something comfortable, and sat down, my brain had completely turned off. I was sitting at my computer for a couple of minutes and writing was impossible. You know when you’re at the end of a tube of toothpaste and you try to get that last tiny little bit out of the tube because there’s no more in the house? That’s what it was like trying to get sentences out of my brain. It just wasn’t happening. But it was worth it helping my buddies. I’m know that they’ll help someday when I need it.

Yesterday I had a real panic attack. I was washing my hands and realized that I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring! I couldn’t remember for the life of me when I had taken it off! How was I going to explain this to Sara? Well… after a couple of minutes, I remembered that I had taken it off when I was at the gym and I didn’t want to scratch it up when we were lifting weights. I scrambled back to my room and went through all my pockets and it wasn’t there. Aaaargh! Then I looked again and I found it. So there was no reason to panic anymore, but I have to think of a better way to keep my ring when I have to take it off.

And speaking of the gym, Mike, Keith, and I worked out our legs a few days ago. I am in so much pain now. It hurts to walk down stairs. Excruciating. And forget about sitting down and standing up without arms on my chair to push myself off. Walking on level surfaces is doable, going up stairs isn’t too bad. But seriously, going down stairs is awful. Tomorrow is going to be the worst morning ever.

I joined the community council. Go me. We have meetings every Monday and we talk about our neighborhood and improvement projects and how to make things better. It’s going to get crowded here before too long. It’s kind of fun going to the town hall meetings and listening to people gripe and about things they don’t like. Really trivial stuff (in my opinion) that isn’t worth complaining about. But my fifteen constituents appreciate not having to go to the town hall meetings. Our mayor is a funny old guy that everyone knows from another office and the story goes that he doesn’t laugh. Ever. Because if he does he’ll hyperventilate and pass out. So that’s everyone’s mission. To make the mayor laugh. I’ve never hear of the laugh-and-pass-out thing before. I want to see it one time.

I got a package from Sara and now I have speakers for my computer at work. Now we can listen to music at work. And I also got a bunch of pictures from Liam and Rebecca, and I taped them to my wall at work. We still don’t have any pictures, so it’s good that we have some color in our office. Rebecca sent a picture of a tree on a piece of green paper with pink flowers on it and everyone seems to love that picture. And the picture of Liam’s Fire, everyone gets a kick out of that.

I’m going to sign off now and take the hottest shower I can stand in order to relieve the pain in my legs.