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Dec. 15th, 2006
Tired but not sleeping yet
Dec. 15th, 2006 10:31 pmYou know when you're tired but don't want to sleep yet? That's me. I turned in my paperwork to audit Sales, which I think was very mature of me. I'm having way too many heart palpitations, it's time to remove stress from my system in large chunks, rather than pushing for one more week, Sidra, just one more, and wind up with an elephant on my chest or something.
And make sure my caffeine intake goes back down to zero. Alcohol, too, might be wise.
I went to a holiday luncheon yesterday after my BizOrg final (which I either did fine on, or got a C, which would also be fine), ate too much rich food[*], and then met a new friend for a beer, and was still home by about 8-ish, which was really nice, even with a stop at my local liquor store to buy an alcoholic gift for someone (and stock up for me).
So, today I also printed out the Mass Rules of Professional Responsibility, along with dropping off my paperwork, and read a couple of the aforementioned rules, and I'll read more tomorrow, and maybe even do some of the casebook reading assigned for this class that I had stopped doing b/c it seemed to have NO EFFECT WHETHER I READ THAT MATERIAL OR NOT. And I deposited money from doing some cite-check editorial work for the Mass Law Review, and got off at Copley and walked to the school, and had walked to the C line to begin with, and walked up from the C on my return trip, hey, no heart palps, yep, this was the right thing to do, and then NAPPED vigorously for about an hour. Yeah, baby.
And ate vegetables and a chicken pot pie for dinner. Gosh, I just bet I'm the most exciting woman you know.
So, yeah, I'm tired. But I don't want to sleep yet. And I want a drink in a sort of philosophical kind of way, a glass of wine, or polish off the Jim Beam, or whatever, but don't want the actual feel of the alcohol hitting my system either. I just want the act and the taste, and the "I'm relaxing" nature of it.
So I procrastinated and took a bubble bath with an anthology of mystory/detective stories.
[*] You know, in retrospect, there was not that much in the way of really rich food. Calamari, fried oysters with a mustard dip, and barely seared tuna as appetizers, I ate mostly the calamari. I had steak with one crabcake and steamed asparagus for my main meal (with a quite passable Australian shiraz -- Peter Lehmann? might have been the label, I'm not sure), topped, possibly foolishly, with bearnaise sauce. More asparagus, and mashed potatoes, on the side. The crabcake seemed to have a lot of butter. So, there wasn't a lot of things there that upset my system (like, large quantities of dairy), except that, overall, it was a phenomenal amount of meat, which is not generally part of my every meal. See Graduate Student, Budget of. Oh, but the creme brulee for dessert. This place, everything is served as a side, and a side really feed two people, not one. Ditto for the desserts. Must remember that if I'm ever there again.
Still don't want to go to sleep, though.
And make sure my caffeine intake goes back down to zero. Alcohol, too, might be wise.
I went to a holiday luncheon yesterday after my BizOrg final (which I either did fine on, or got a C, which would also be fine), ate too much rich food[*], and then met a new friend for a beer, and was still home by about 8-ish, which was really nice, even with a stop at my local liquor store to buy an alcoholic gift for someone (and stock up for me).
So, today I also printed out the Mass Rules of Professional Responsibility, along with dropping off my paperwork, and read a couple of the aforementioned rules, and I'll read more tomorrow, and maybe even do some of the casebook reading assigned for this class that I had stopped doing b/c it seemed to have NO EFFECT WHETHER I READ THAT MATERIAL OR NOT. And I deposited money from doing some cite-check editorial work for the Mass Law Review, and got off at Copley and walked to the school, and had walked to the C line to begin with, and walked up from the C on my return trip, hey, no heart palps, yep, this was the right thing to do, and then NAPPED vigorously for about an hour. Yeah, baby.
And ate vegetables and a chicken pot pie for dinner. Gosh, I just bet I'm the most exciting woman you know.
So, yeah, I'm tired. But I don't want to sleep yet. And I want a drink in a sort of philosophical kind of way, a glass of wine, or polish off the Jim Beam, or whatever, but don't want the actual feel of the alcohol hitting my system either. I just want the act and the taste, and the "I'm relaxing" nature of it.
So I procrastinated and took a bubble bath with an anthology of mystory/detective stories.
[*] You know, in retrospect, there was not that much in the way of really rich food. Calamari, fried oysters with a mustard dip, and barely seared tuna as appetizers, I ate mostly the calamari. I had steak with one crabcake and steamed asparagus for my main meal (with a quite passable Australian shiraz -- Peter Lehmann? might have been the label, I'm not sure), topped, possibly foolishly, with bearnaise sauce. More asparagus, and mashed potatoes, on the side. The crabcake seemed to have a lot of butter. So, there wasn't a lot of things there that upset my system (like, large quantities of dairy), except that, overall, it was a phenomenal amount of meat, which is not generally part of my every meal. See Graduate Student, Budget of. Oh, but the creme brulee for dessert. This place, everything is served as a side, and a side really feed two people, not one. Ditto for the desserts. Must remember that if I'm ever there again.
Still don't want to go to sleep, though.