Yesterday was the last day of week one. Happy to report I finished the day meeting all my goals, and signaling my first perfect week. A.
Today, I still made my goals (water IP), but it was an awful day.
I went to bed late to last night finish a rough draft that actually wasn't due today.
Woke up exhausted and drove to school drowsy (eek) so went to get some caffeine. You can't get coffee on campus and drink it within an hour (I swear, it's molten for no reason known to man. And always burned. -.-) so I got an energy drink that turned out to be $3.81 (wth?) and slammed it.
It then reacted with my vitamins (sigh) so I threw up my breakfast, my vitamins, $3.81 of caffeine, and probably my OTC. Great.
Bombed the pop quiz, which he decided was double points (still only 10 pts, but there's only 600 in the whole class). Awesome.
Lab went well, I think. Hopefully. I felt really good about the quiz (but I knew it was coming and had studied). I'll tell you if the PCR was done right on Wednesday. Heh.
Home around 5p, and Rook's foot apparently hurts her more than usual. She's limping on it, but the bandage was fine. The foot's not swollen but the wound is. She almost didn't let me clean it and rebandage it.
Now, slamming together an outline for a paper that I was told to redo (ha) for which I give a presentation on Wednesday, though it's not due until the 23rd.
I'm so tired of summer. I will never again take three classes while Husband is at drill, leaving me the only person to deal with a dog injury (two+ bandage changes a day, watching her constantly outside in the rain, and trying convince her I cannot remove the fence), and the only intermediate target for two family members' spat. Seriously. The one called me the other day to complain about the other (for an hour and a half.. until midnight..), but had accidentally called the other first, SO, the other calls to find out why I'm getting buddy-buddy with the first. OH. MY. GOD. If my sister and are like this when WE are 60 I pray to DOG I don't take it out on some poor frustrated INNOCENT relative.
WHEW. I needed that.
Now. Back to the paper. Professor felt it was more an environmental science paper than an ecology paper, so I am now tasked with turning the introduction of my first paper into a whole three-page paper... "Invasion Tactics and Success of Monk Parakeets (Myiopsitta monachus)." Title sucks. Make it better. kthx.