2003-06-24 - 10:52 p.m.

It's Only Tuesday!

For crying out loud.  All day long I keep reminding myself that today is only Tuesday.  It seems like Friday already.

Things are starting to pick up at work.  I found myself with a desk full of work and no possible way to get it all done on time.  I kept pushing things back knowing I would stay late and by the end of the day, around 6:30 I was a zombie.  I tried to shake it off and catch my second wind but I just was not able to do it.  So I just got up and left.

I was pretty grouchy today.   It's the little things that bug me when I have not had enough sleep.  I went to printer to pick up some documents and there was a pile of other people's printouts.  I picked up the stack and tried to flip to the bottom of the pile to get to my stuff but you just can't flip through a small stack paper.  My fingers were too dry peal the pages apart though I tried.  I just wanted to fling the whole fucking pile of papers down on the floor and stomp away.  Just then Ben walked up and he separated the pages for me.  He had just rubbed his hands with rose scented lotion so it was easy for him.

I got home late last night, around 11 o'clock.  I went to my new improv class and, to my disappointment, our regular instructor was not there.  It was some guy named Matt who is just not a good teacher.  He started the class by giving us some busy work warm up so he could eat some potato chips and drink a cola.  When he talks to us he bobs back and forth the whole time, and he constantly stops our scenes to give us pointers and then finishes up by saying that we should just do whatever comes to mind.  Several times I wanted to explain to him that that was exactly what we were already doing when he stops us.

He does make good points and I can see he is trying to lead us somewhere, but he just is not able to do it without rubbing me the wrong way.  One of the other guys in our class doesn't like him either.  We sort of exchanged a few comments about him and then let it drop because neither of us knows if Matt is best friends with the other people in our class.

There are three or four people from my last class in this one.  And there is one girl from my first class in this one.  I was very happy to see her.  I always liked her.  She is tall, odd looking young woman and she loves attention.  She is always first to go up on stage to perform a scene.   The stalker woman is in this class, and the older woman who likes to touch me a lot, both from my last class.

The older woman who likes to touch me a lot is probably in her late 40's, married with kids, but whenever I am near her she always finds a reason to touch my arm or, in some way, lay her hands on me.  When we are on stage together she always finds a reason to embrace me.

And there are a few other women I have never met before and a soft spoken guy and a young college graduate guy with a trendy disheveled look.  It is an interesting mix.  I don't know if the class is going to be good or bad, but I will be happy to have my regular instrutor back.

Yesterday at work the president came back into town and got the email I sent about how crappy his writing is.  He wrote back saying that he appreciated my comments and if I have any suggestions on the rewrite please let him know.

Perhaps I will add that to my list of things to do.

Other than that everything I did manage to get done somehow wound up making me look really good to everyone, like I am a genius.  All the stuff I did not manage to get done sort of faded into the woodwork.

I wish I had more control over stuff like this.  If I had tried to make it all work out like this it would not have happened this way.

I talked to my good friend Mike this evening.  He was telling me about how the recent cloudy weather and constant rain for the past few months had made a lot of people depressed.  But this past weekend with sunshine had brought a lot of people out of it.

I started thinking about it and realized that he was right.  Even though I have enjoyed the rainy weather and the overcast skies and the resulting cooler temperatures, I have been depressed.  I just didn't link it to the weather until just now.  In the past I have suffered from seasonal depression, especially when I worked in a bookstore that had no windows to the outside world.  I would go days without seeing the sunshine.

You can't do that to a country boy.

But now the sun is shining again.  I am starting to come out of it.  And it is going to get hotter.

Jimmy
 
 

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