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Still Here

Still here as in still at work. Luckily, I am now officially off the clock and just waiting for my night class to start. I'm hoping it'll be one of those short "here's your syllabus, have a good night" type of classes. Of course, it won't be. I've been on campus since 8 AM, which is normal. Unfortunately, I had an orientation session I had to lead from 5:00-6:30, so I'm just now finding the time to grab some dinner (aka..multigrain mini cinnamon sugar rice patties).

I am so tired. Exhausted really. Not only was today the first day of Winter semester, it was also our first full day in the new office. Might not have been so bad if we had had a chance to actually upack and settle in before opening the doors for business. Instead we were trying to work, unpack, and keep our sanity intact all at the same time. NOT FUN, but we somehow managed to survive.

My office even looks like it's in working order! Wahoo!

What else? I attended my first BIO class here at the U today. Wow, I've forgotten a lot. More than I thought. The instructor had a diagram of the male and female reproductive systems, questions about hormones, and whatnot that he quizzed us over. Luckily, it wasn't graded. I'm pretty sure I would have failed. The best was when he asked us to draw a diagram of mitosis and myosis. Yeah....I had no idea! Sad when you consider I graduated with a medical assistant degree way back when.

Tonight's class is about African American religion. Should be interesting. Hopefully there'll be some story fodder there.

And that brings us to writing. Does it count that I opened up the WIP over the weekend? I didn't add a single word - seriously, not one - but I opened it.

I know. I need to write the story down because it's not going to write itself. I know!

But Final Fantasy XII is very addicting. I can't seem to deny the impulse to play for just a few minutes, which then turns into an hour and a half of me staring at the TV.

Oh, and I started this most adorable scrapbooking page. In the pictures my boys are probably 2 and 5. So darn adorable. They were literally "rockin' around the Christmas tree". I have snapshot after snapshot of them dancing in their little jammies. The page so far is really plain, but I'm loving it. The focus is right where it should be...on my boys.

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  1. I go through phases where I'll play a game or read instead of writing. I feel guilty about not writing, but the game is so fun and if I just finish this level then maybe...

    Good luck.

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  2. Anonymous4:22 PM

    Nah...she's just a freaking geek.

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  3. Amanda - at least I'm not the only one! Sometimes I feel guilty, but then I realize I shouldn't feel bad about doing something that makes happy or helps me "detox".

    Ken - I love you, too, sweetheart.

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