Calm before the storm

The Boyfriend went to a hockey game this evening. He seemed reluctant to go, but I made him. He went with a guy from work. The game is at our new arena downtown and I thought it would be good for him to check out. He asked if I wanted to go, but this week has pretty much kicked my ass. Plus I’m using the quiet time to do some cleaning up in my office here at home. I’ve made quite a bit of progress, but I’m not quite ready to tackle those two piles of papers and books on the desk behind me. Truthfully? They frighten me. More than a little.

The week hasn’t been as productive as I’d have liked. Working out fell by the wayside after the Iowa game. One night of little sleep pretty much wrecks me for the rest of the week. I think a part of me will start to relax after I see what I’m hit with at work next week.

One of my professors posted a “pre-week 1 lecture.” I logged in to view it today and was rather surprised that it was nearly an hour long. But it wasn’t painful and I appreciate the lectures more than just slides in a Powerpoint presentation. The class itself sounds like it might be tedious and grueling, but it sounds like she does what she can to make it tolerable. Also, her philosophy interests me.

Even so, I have yet to see what the other class has in store for me and I’m nervous. I’ve already told The Boyfriend that we should probably go out with friends tomorrow night, because it might be the last of a social life I have for a while. Hell, I might even blow off the no drinking thing for a night and have a martini. Just one.

Because over the next few months, there probably won’t be time to drink anyway.

And what the hell? I’ve been summoned for jury duty AGAIN. This makes four times in three years. And I was summoned at least twice when I was still living in my apartment. I suspect, based on my group number, that I will have to go downtown again, for the third time. I guess it’ll give me some time to read, eh?