[NOTE: This post originally appeared on a now-deleted blog and is being re-posted here for my own sake.]
Whoops. It’s been quite a while since I last posted. Felt like I needed to write though … for fun, not essay-writing for class (because that’s not fun). For anyone reading, I feel like I should warn you that this post is pretty much just going to be me complaining. Because that’s what I do when I feel like this.
Work is work. Wow. Revelation. I feel so rundown and exhausted. Kids need to learn that it is NOT OKAY to cough in people’s faces. I haven’t been feeling too great for the past few days and I am completely blaming the kids. I give them tissues, I tell them to aim for their elbows, but nope. I get paid decently and my job isn’t bad at all, so I shouldn’t complain, but COME ON!
Usually when I go grocery shopping I go in with a short list of the things I absolutely need and then just buy whatever else sounds good at the moment. Since I haven’t been feeling well, I haven’t been feeling hungry, and therefore didn’t buy much when I went to the store. For dinner I ate a corn dog (yay microwave!) because that’s all I could really find. My lunch for tomorrow will be yet another turkey sandwich. I have eaten so many turkey sandwiches since the beginning of the semester, it’s disgusting. But if I’m buying a loaf of bread, a head of lettuce, and a container of turkey, I pretty much have to eat turkey sandwiches all week or everything goes bad/stale/icky.
I want to take NyQuil and sleep a good sleep, but then I probably wouldn’t be able to make it to my 8 AM class. That’s kind of a catch-22. If I want to be alert for class, I need a good sleep (which only NyQuil will give – darn coughing). But if I want to make it to class on time, I cannot take NyQuil (which would knock me out for at least 10 hours). Ugh.
Then there’s school. Need I say more? I cannot wait until Thanksgiving. I am going to relish that break so much. Oh, and my wallet currently has $2. It’s just past 11 PM and this college student is off to take a long hot shower, crawl into bed, and hope that the world magically turns into cotton candy in the morning.