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What I do not like about any drug is the proclivity for the drug to be so offsetting in its behavior that it alters the functionality of normal routines. In other words, these damned steriods make it where I cannot sleep. I do not blame it on the four cups of coffee I had tonight, those were just afterthoughts...or perhaps not, I do not know. Got a new book today in the mail on the church and state in Tudor and Stuart England, I wish I had time to read it right now because I also got a book on Elizabeth I and Robert Dudley Earl of Leicester...I already have a few on those two but this book seems to have more to do with the political side of their relationship (or in other words how he was messing with the queen to get his political favors). I know she had a thing for this guy and he was supposedly good to her but...ehhh seems like a moocher to me, especially with his family history of complete loyalty (HA) and the fact that he fucked up royally when she sent him out to the Netherlands and his son in law fucked up even more so when he went to Ireland....I think I have that right....I think..... Anyway... I cant sleep. I am pretty sure its the medication and its freakin' three in the morning. This week has been shot, I need to catch up on studying...I am behind (yay being too ill to do shit) I can attribute it to being lazy or just being too tired, annoyed, frustrated, not into anything...to do anything, but regardless it is time to pick up the pace and get my shit together. I got time tomorrow night and MOnday and that should be good...I should be fine. Mid terms are coming and I need to study for that too and get together some other stuff. I have pretty much decided to tell my Dr. that I will take the Enbrel if given a choice. That drug doesnt seem so evasive and...that sounds good to me. That is all I have to say about that. I am being stubborn about work, not ready to give up the ghost I guess...I am gonna stay at 4 days for now...see if the new meds work and how functional I am on them, if that is a no go...then I will make a change. Gaming club was tonight and it was fun sort of, usually it is really fun, but I felt like poo so it was just sort of fun. I did kick ass on rock band II. I am gonna stare at my screen until I force myself to sleep... Current Location: The Think Tank How I am Feeling: cranky
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I know this blog gets posted on multiple channels, but the avatar for my LJ seems fitting with Molly making the puckered up pouting face. When you have a bruised ego for any reason...the pouting mantle is taken up rather easily. Work is a ball of stress for me currently. I love working where I do, I enjoy the people, what I am doing...but I do not have the capacity to work as much as some want me to. I work four days a week right now and that is doable (barely...its hard but I manage) but, to even think that at any point I can go back to five days a week when I am a full time student who cares about my grades is just unrealistic. I cannot understand why there has to be so much friction about it, but it wears on me and its stressful and I worn down about it. School is going great, it is hard of course and challenging on multiple levels, but I enjoy it. I think I would feel a great deal better if I were able to actually sit down and really study at regular time periods (not 4 am like this morning). As a student I feel like I am not putting forth what I could if I had the time to do so. I always feel like it's just not enough and perhaps that is a personal thing, but I know how well I can do when given the time to do it. It is not like I don't completely love what I am doing...I do...I really do. The fact that in today's age we have to make a choice between sanity and education is sad. Why cant I just go to school and not work? I understand why really in my situation the financial ramifications of me not working would be too much for Adam to handle on his own. Not to say that we couldn't afford to live on his pay alone, but it would be hard and would the comfort of no work be over the stress of only barely making ends meat? Because I fear poverty and the concept of not being able to go to the doctor if I needed to or even fix a car if it had problems...I stay at work and drive myself completely batty....I hope in the end its worth it. I love my education it means a great deal to me, but I don't want to be completely crazy when I am done. Maybe I need a margarita night...yep.
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