I wish I had time to write, but since I owe no less than seven good emails to friends (including some bloggers), I don’t really feel guilty about neglecting this little space.  I’m not the type of person who leaves emails unanswered, unless I am specifically trying to space my response so the recipient doesn’t think I am a loser freak for the quick turn around.  So…yeah.  My point is that I’m busy.  Definitely not a loser freak.

(And TG?  I do realize the irony in wondering why you never responded to my last email and then leaving you hanging for a week.)

Life is…pretty damn good when it’s not entirely overwhelming and stressful. 

I have my first test on Thursday.  I feel adequately prepared, although nothing will tell the truth of that statement like Thursday noon.  I am a little frustrated that it’s on Thursday because I have my lab from 6 to 9 PM Wednesday.  After Mondays my week is very much catch-as-catch-can with studying until Thursday afternoons.  Luckily, the rest of the tests are scheduled for Tuesdays.

That 6 to 9 lab?  Brutal.  There is just no good way to lay out my day.  I go out to the sanctuary, but that means leaving the house between 6:30-7:30 AM.  And not seeing it again until after dark.  It also means showering at random places, and grabbing a bite to eat at inconvienent times (I prefer to eat later) and locations (both for my diet and my wallet).  Oh, and there’s the fact that I suck in lab environments.  Let’s forget the fact that I have been an experimental nuclear physicists and run tandem-LINAC accelerators.  I am powerless with fear at the idea of drawing onion cells as 1000x magnification.

ST and I are spending as much time together as possible, which has meant that twice he was almost late to work because either my alarm was set too low to hear or I turned it off and we both fell back asleep.  He tells me not to apologize, but how can you not feel like shit when someone has lost an hour of their morning schedule and have a forty five minute commute?  I’ve installed a second alarm clock on his side of the bed.

The same clock I bought for the new boy, whom we saw this past weekend.  We were getting out of movies at the same time, him walking by with friends (girlfriend?) while ST and I waited for our group.  I wish I had something eloquent to say about it, but I don’t.  He looks the same (which is to say good).  He wasn’t surprised by my new plans, although questioned whether I really was happy quitting my job because he remembered it getting better.  (Um, that was over two years ago.)

I’ll admit, part of me wanted to flaunt ST.  Can you blame me, considering my behavior last time we bumped?  (Which…that totally does not explain to you how I let an elevator door close in his face and ended up sitting behind him not saying one word through an entire play.  Does anyone remember if I wrote about it?  If not, I’ll put it in the queue.)  Honestly? I was just proud of myself for using complete sentences this time.