Routine

Gah! That's it! I simply cannot be insightful today. I have, in fact, done something I never do: I've saved a post to the Drafts folder because, right now? I don't have the mental capacity to translate those thoughts into coherent sentences. And they are thoughts that deserve to be coherent. So they shall wait.

This is a problem I've been having quite a lot since I returned. I was blaming the jet-lag, but really? I think that a large part of my brain is still subconsciously processing the past few weeks. Sort of like when your computer is running diagnostics in the background and all your programs run just the tiiiiiniest bit slower... that is what's happening in my head.

And I need to snap out of it. I'm back at work, the new semester has started, and I've got a million-and-one things on my plate all begging for my immediate attention. My brain has taken an unmarked detour and now I need to locate the on-ramp to reenter my routine.

So I'm blogging about nonsense. That's pretty routine.

Last night I had the first class of the new semester. It came highly recommended from everyone who has taken it, and I can already tell that these were not exaggerations. It is definitely going to be a good class and I am excited to see what the semester brings.

There is also at least one very attractive man--who is in my program but I had not previously encountered--taking the class as well. There are, in fact, several attractive men in this class, but one in particular stood out to me yesterday. Perhaps a new crush in the making...

Oh, don't look at me like that! Eye candy makes even the dullest of classes more enjoyable--in a good class it's just an added bonus!

Speaking of crushes, I invited B to the joint birthday celebration I am having with some friends this weekend--and told him that The Girlfriend was welcome as well. How's *that* for progress?

Pardon me while I pat myself on the back.

Last night I dreamt I was riding a motorcycle backwards, and my companion couldn't figure out why I was having such a hard time steering. Let it be known that anti-malarial medication causes some crazy nocturnal musings.

I have been eating salads non-stop since I returned to the States. You never realize how much you'll miss lettuce until you can't have it for several weeks.

I am supposed to have 3 books read before my weekend class begins tomorrow. I have read approximately 20 pages of the shortest one. Really, sending us this information less than 2 weeks before the class starts (while I am in AFRICA, no less!) is completely unacceptable.

But I will still be reading like a fiend when I get home from work tonight.

And baking cupcakes.

Mmmm... cupcakes.