Tuesday’s Tale

I’m exhaust­ed again. Or still. I had trou­ble stay­ing awake in my speech class. The psy­chol­o­gy & reli­gion class will be most­ly dis­cus­sion, which is as it should be. It bids fair to be the best part of the semes­ter. I’m look­ing for­ward to the mythol­o­gy in the World Lit class, too.

I was­n’t able to log in for the online course yes­ter­day, so I’m read­ing through the syl­labus now. WebCT is so slow! The first unit is just an ori­en­ta­tion on tak­ing cours­es online, so I should be able to fin­ish it pret­ty quickly.

I need to go buy my books. Since I dropped the oth­er cours­es, I just have this one course that requires any text­books. That’s a Good Thing monetarily.

We have assigned seats in the Pub­lic Speak­ing class. I can’t remem­ber how long it’s been since I had to deal with that kind of thing, but there’s a damned good chance that most of the oth­er stu­dents in the class weren’t alive at that time.

The hunt is on for our next home. shad­owkatt and I drove by one house today, but it does­n’t look very good in per­son. king_james has gath­ered some pos­si­bil­i­ties and we’ll be going to view those in the next week or so, I think. (BTW, if you need a real estate agent, he’s your man!)

I wish I were able to nap. It isn’t some­thing one gen­er­al­ly thinks of as a skill, but I just don’t seem to be able to do it most of the time.

Tonight the girl has Wing Chun and Kali again. The stu­dio is just far enough away that com­ing home after drop­ping her off is fair­ly silly—we’d be turn­ing around to go back with­in 30 min­utes. Of course, it would use more gas, too (and with the way those prices keep going up, that’s cer­tain­ly some­thing to consider).

There was a man scream­ing obscen­i­ties in the lob­by of the dance stu­dio last night. Appar­ent­ly, it had some­thing to do with the dance com­pa­ny (he has two daugh­ters in it and appar­ent­ly does some kind of work con­nect­ed with the per­for­mances). For­tu­nate­ly, Katie was not in the lob­by, and she was smart enough to stay in the back ’til he was gone. He left just as I was going in to find out what was hap­pen­ing. I left a mes­sage for the stu­dio own­er today because I want to be absolute­ly sure that this per­son will not be any­where near the girls in the future. He was absolute­ly rag­ing and cer­tain­ly way out of bounds.

I got some stitch­ing done between class­es today since the first course end­ed about an hour ear­ly. The two pro­fes­sors for that course said they have absolute­ly no prob­lem with me stitch­ing in their class as long as I am par­tic­i­pat­ing in the dis­cus­sions. I need to kit up a small project to take with me, as the oth­ers I’m doing are too big to be eas­i­ly portable.

I went by both Michael’s and Gar­den Ridge on my way home, because I need four skeins of DMC. Nei­ther of them are car­ry­ing all of the DMC col­ors, which is very annoy­ing. They did­n’t have two of the col­ors I need because they are new. Well, I could have got­ten them at Michael’s, but instead of spend­ing less than a dol­lar I’d have had to buy a $15 set of all the new col­ors. Yes, I’d like to have all the new col­ors. I have all the oth­ers. But that’s just a ridicu­lous amount of mon­ey when I only need 2 of the 27 col­ors in the box. I won­der if Joann has it? The near­est actu­al needle­work store is one in which I will not shop. I won’t be near Nease’s this week, and it would be very sil­ly to dri­ve to Decatur just for two skeins of thread.

sam­bear’s bus seems to be run­ning late today. He just called and said they were just get­ting out of Atlanta prop­er. I should fig­ure out some­thing about din­ner now.