Freaking Friday

Freaking Friday

I had a rough night with this damn cold. I was coughing and sneezing most of the night until I took some Nyquil to get some sleep. I didn’t get up till after 1230pm. I was still congested and sneezing and coughing when I went down to make some coffee. I had a cup and a half as the Keurig ran out of water. I hate when I don’t look before making a cup.

I didn’t go to class yesterday because I woke up with a migraine. I had it nearly all day. Coughing didn’t help matters. I checked to see if grades were posted and our quiz scores were up. I got 17/20 so I am happy. Now I am waiting anxiously for exam 1 grades. I took my Anthro test Wed night and I swear if I get a C, I will take it. I hate this class and one of the answers for the test I didn’t know. I really didn’t study too hard for this test and my short answer questions were that, short and brief. I just looked at the syllabus to see what is next and there is another article to be read and then a film after lecture. Fun.

I plan on reading chapter 4 of my psych book. I had another cup of coffee with my lunch/dinner. I should have a cup of tea. I need to go to the grocery store for more half and half. I hope my brother in law can take me tomorrow. I also need to get some turkey as I want a turkey sandwich.

I don’t know what is going on with our electric bill. It keeps going up and down every month. Never a consistent price. I will pay half of it next week when I get paid. It will be a miracle if I have anything leftover after I pay my bills. I have just 3 bucks in my checking right now, actually, no I don’t because I paid for my meds to be delivered so I wouldn’t have to go to the Square tomorrow. Ugh. Being an adult sucks. I got to pay UMB next week, too. I am grateful my uncle gave me the money for the semester but I feel guilty. He believes in me so I am going to study hard this semester, like I have the past few weeks. I hope I did well in my psych exam. I have more of an inclination to make sure my psych classes have good marks. I have no idea if I will ever get beyond my bachelor’s but if I do, I will be lucky. I hope one day to be a therapist but I don’t know how likely that is going to be.

I worked on my book a little bit. I had to edit some stuff that I knew off the top of my head. I need to write an acknowledgement page but I have no idea what to write. It was a nurse in the hospital that urged me to write this book. No one else has. I had it in my mind to possibly write a second memoir but I honestly didn’t think I would write it this fast. It needs to be edited and played with a bit. I’m not sure when I will get this done. I still have to pay the editor something next week, too. Ugh so many fucking bills. The nice thing is that this editor has a mental health background so I am hoping this will be a good fit. I can’t believe March is here already. I just think about how last year was the last month of my mother’s life. It has been so hard the past few days dealing with grief. I remember her calling me son, twice, during the last month of her life. I will never know if this was her acceptance of me or if her mind was gone and she just thought I was her son because I looked male.