I’m typing at Heather’s desk which is driving me a little insane because I don’t like touching other people’s computers, so I’ll try to be brief (haha, like I can do that). At any rate, this week has been hell. I’ll try to go through most of it, but honestly, the days seem smashed together and blurred now that I think back on them, so who knows if I get days/facts straight. Then again, this is my blog and I could always make up whatever shit I want, so who cares about minor details like what day it was? At any rate, the insanity.

1.       Monday was mostly a day for catching up on e-mails and grading I didn’t get done last week, plus working on the Sycamore Planner and graduation presents. I can’t remember Monday very well, so I’ll take that as a good sign. All I really remember is that I was fucking exhausted from the weekend.
2.       Tuesday meant a bunch of random cleaning around the office and a hell of a lot more scrambling to work on the Planner despite the fact that I was trying to write my final exam for my Wednesday class. Susan was really scrambling to find a cover photo for the Planner, and in the end, she picked a picture that neither Heather nor I had picked. Go figure. Tuesday was also spent doing some random cleaning and packing for moving offices. Heather and I hit the Terminal for lunch, hoping to score some beer to take off the edge of all the stress this week, but no go. Fucking elections. Honestly, I think some people would vote better under the influence.
3.       Wednesday. Wednesday was the killer. I had to get up early to make sure I got to campus early to give my final exam at eight, and right from the start I knew it wasn’t going to be a good day. The pounding headache from sinuses and weather fronts was already making me wish I were still in bed. Add to that some really bad allergies and nasty drug side effects (Seriously, there were times I felt almost epileptic because I was blinking in and out so much.) and you’ve got a horribly busy and insane day. Mix advising students in there and you’ve got a disaster in the making. In addition to feeling like hell, we were moving out of our old 203B office into 205B, an office about half the size of our current one in order to make way for a staff person to take ours over next week. After my final, I had a drug cocktail of Aleve, One-A-Day, Tylenol, and Benadryl and then settled down to grading the multiple choice and short answer portion of the exam. Heather was a ball of energy and ran around packing and moving and cleaning and generally getting things done whereas I was always about two steps behind blinking at the light going, “Do what now?” After enlisting the aid of a former football player, we got absolutely everything moved into the new office and vaguely arranged. The addition of two rooms’ worth of dust getting kicked up just did me in, and when I wasn’t coughing or blinking my itchy eyes like mad, I was blinking in and out of lucidity. Susan finally told me to go home around three, whereupon I slept until nearly eight. I got up and wanted to play on the computer, but the keyboard was acting way too fucktarded, so I shut Brannagh down and Ian and I went to Wally World for a new cordless. When I tried to bring Brannagh back up is when she just flat out broke, and Ian had to stay up the night fixing her and breaking her door.
4.       Thursday night was spent dreaming like crazy. I’d dream really intensely for about an hour–long, drawn-out and complicated dreams with far too much detail and vibrancy–and then I’d wake up for about twenty minutes, curse the dreams and the fact that I was awake, then conk out again to begin the process anew. It was an exhausting night, and I still felt like shit when I woke up but at least I was somewhat more functional. The day was spent trying to rearrange the tiny office, but there is no good way to do it. The office is shaped horribly due to columns sticking out of the walls in two places, the fuse box just inside the door, and the register against the back wall where a desk could be. My huge wooden desk with glasstop barely fits, so in the afternoon (after Heather and I hit the Terminal for beers and burgers) we went to central storage and I picked a desk which is about six inches shorter in all directions. It’s the best I could find. Now I just have to wait for them to bring it over and switch the desks out before I can set up my own machine.
5.       Which brings us to Friday. Heather’s out of town to visit her family in SoInd, which is why I’m on her machine because if I have any students to advise, I need an internet connection to do so. I brought a box in to clean out my old desk–all of it being crap I found in there when I first moved in–and I brought Buster to watch movies only to discover when I got here that I, in fact, forgot to bring any. Oh well, he has music and The Muppets’ Frog Prince on his hard drive, so I’ll live. Pretty much the whole department today is going to some restaurant in/near Clinton where they’ll booze it up most of the afternoon. I’m not going. I want to go hang out with my sisters on campus before graduation tomorrow and so I can give them their graduation presents. Ian wrapped them. They’re purty. Then it’s back home again to work on another graduation present (this one for Jamie), and to try and clean up the mess that has been created due to the following: moving shit out of my office, thesis crap left everywhere, renewed interest in cross stitch projects, beginning my DnD campaign again, Brannagh breaking down and lots of shit having to get displaced to get to her and fix her, and moving stuff in order to be able to wrap graduation presents.

Since part of Saturday will be spent at a graduation ceremony, and the rest of Saturday will be spent playing DnD, I’m just gonna die Sunday when I actually get a chance to rest. I haven’t even gotten a chance to look at Jerry yet, dammit. I guess there’s always next week…