The Funk Strikes Back

Damn, dude. I thought I was getting better, and then yesterday, I was slain by the funk. I slept until noon. Got up, drank some water, tried to check email, fell back asleep until 5pm. Slept until 8 when I watched/slept through A Fish Called Wanda and then crashed by about 11. Those times are rough estimates given the fact that I was so zapped by the funk.

Thing is, I don't feel that bad aside from a few sniffles. I'm just exhausted. Tired to the bone. It's very bizarre. I'm chalking it up to poor nutrition and sleep deprivation. Prolly a little stressed mixed in there, too. Kimday's coming up, and I'm too tired to be excited about it. That should say something.

But the Nyquil induced sleep afforded some interesting dreams, many about the CP which hasn't happened in awhile. One, though, was a dream in numbers during which I took stock of my life.

7--number of cities I've lived in since graduating from college
12--number of jobs I've had since college (some happened concurrently)

Tried to count the number of relationships in my dream, but the computer went to blue screen (in my dream). Lol. We'll just leave it at that.

The computer (which kinda looked like Marvin from Hitchiker) did this whole pie chart of time spent working, schooling, playing. Sad, sad, sad. I need to relax more. Seriously.

Sigh, have to gear up for working on a conference worthy presentation on Tuesday. So tired. Want to sleep.

The L Word

That's Lubbock to you.

So I went to Tumbleweed Town for grad student weekend. Here's the weekend in numbers.

1- Number of Tumbleweeds sighted
2- Number of wineries visited
3- Number of margaritas consumed (easier to get than expected)
4- Number of PhD students accepted this year into the program. Yes, that includes me.
5- Number of slurpees purchased. Seriously, I haven't had them since I was 10.
6- Number of wines I sampled at the first winery.
7- Price of an entire meal with appetizer and margarita at a local Mexican restaurant
8- Number of Starbucks in Lubbock
9- Number of hours spent with the HDFS dept on Friday
10- Time of the Take Back the Night Walk that I sadly missed
11- Time I finished volunteering at the Glam Gala, an event for foster kids to help them get prom dresses, shoes, makeup and hair for the prom
12- Number of feminists in the department
13- Number of apartments I visted and hated
14- Number of houses I could rent for $800/month in a really cute part of town but can't because I have cats
15- Number of minutes, literally, it takes to get from one side of town to the other
16- Number of prairie dogs I counted in 30 seconds in prairie dog town

That's all the numbers I can do sequentially. Seriously, the campus rocks. I have never seen a school with such resources, particularly at the child development research center. Amazing. more on that later. Must go pick up kitty litter. Such an exciting life I lead in the suburbs