October’s been a lousy month for the ol’ bod. In the first week I came down with a really awful cold that has recently decided to attempt to make a long-term stay as bronchitis — though the antibiotics I’ve been prescribed should vanquish the bug in a week or so. It’s been awful, with random coughing attacks that have just left me miserable. I find it tough to talk for more than a minute without hacking, which is quite problematic to say the least.
More crazily, though, is that my knees just hate me. My left knee has been acting up a bit — I probably tweaked it a bit walking fast through traffic on campus. More freaky is the fact that sometime while I was sleeping Friday I must have screwed up my right knee pretty badly, because Saturday walking on it was painful. (No, I don’t sleepwalk.) Sunday was close to impossible, as putting any weight on the knee just flared it up beyond belief. So, I stayed off the knee as much as possible for a couple days. It’s doing better now, but it’s definitely a little unnerving feeling pain and popping in the ACL region of the knee.
Finally, my hair has gotten much thinner. Perhaps it’s the stress of three classes and a full-time job. It may be my shampoo frying my hair, causing it to fall out. Perhaps genetics — yes, baldness runs on my mother’s side — are gaining the upper hand. I think others are noticing, too — I’ve been carded once in three weeks, mostly at places I never go to, so it’s not like they just knew I was over 21. I wasn’t carded at all during the Cleveland trip, for example.
I really hope November’s better.
Today’s been kind of a lousy day. I was slated to wake up at 4am to work on that paper some before I arose for my 8am class; this did not happen. Sure, I drifted in and out of consciousness between 4 and 7am, but I didn’t really wake up. Heck, I managed to leave late. I was walking so fast I didn’t notice it was 34 out.
My classes were alright, I suppose. I was just feeling “bleh” — annoyed and hungry. Then I got into work, read my barrage of e-mails, and then found out Norv Turner — of all people, Norv Freaking Turner — is going to be the next Charger head coach. I’ve got to tell you…this is one hell of a puzzling move. I’m hoping A.J. Smith saw something in him that he didn’t see in any of the other coaching candidates (besides an offensive background). Let’s hope the third time is the charm for Norv. And, let’s hope somehow I get a breakthrough with this paper.
With the first five to seven pages of my quantitative research paper due on Tuesday, this is the absolute worst time in the world to get writers’ block. I literally have no idea what I want to say. This is pretty bad. This isn’t it, though — I have a biology assignment AND test on Wednesday, a bunch of stuff due for my news writing course Tuesday (hey, does anyone know of any newsy speakers coming to Charleston in the next few weeks?) as well as this really terrible history paper that I have to write for Monday. Hmm…yeah. Low freakin’ value.
Perhaps watching the Daytona 500 and doing my parents’ taxes will help get some of those juices going…
For some, today is Valentine’s Day — the day where many couples of varying levels of happiness exchange chocolate, roses, expensive dinners and jewelry, and, $DEITY willing, end the evening with candlelight and Trammell Starks. (Okay, perhaps the Trammell Starks part doesn’t happen. But then again, you never really know.) For others — including myself — today is more along the lines of Singles’ Awareness Day. There’s nothing really wrong with that, either — I’m just kind of ignoring all the lovey-dovey stuff. I don’t like to talk much about it. As Tom behind me just said, today is a low value day — not just today, but in years past as well.
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