Prosaic Paradise

Campaign for the Mundane

Phew.

Filed under Politics,School by at 10:56 pm on Nov 05 2008

I had a post-election hangover this morning. Not from drinking, although I did feel celebratory. I was just so wound up & emotional. I’d wept, like alot of people. I woke up with a migraine of democracy. I dreamed about old… friends and a weird old haunted house. And decided to call in sick the second I woke up feeling like a half-baked turd.

Politics aside life does go on, so today was all about self-care! I followed up on all kinds of doctor crap I’d been putting off, none of which got me anywhere. Still don’t know what my cholesterol is and still don’t have a psychiatrist. But never mind that, self-care was the blankie and a sammich and 2 kitties warming my lap and countless episodes of Without a Trace.

This orgy of pleasantness was interrupted briefly by class. They brought some dean down to tell us the hard line about how they have a contract that says they have to teach the class a certain way and we can’t diverge and worse things have happened and we all should cope blah blah blah. Exams on Monday and Wednesday on the Urinary and Reproductive systems, and then things go on as normal. OK! By 7 the confrontational atmosphere had dissipated. Hopefully, for the rest of the semester.

I am hopeful for the future. But for several reasons I am also a ball of worry.

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