Exhausted, no good reason!
Ever feel like no matter what you do, you just can’t get well-rested? That’s me man, that’s me. I keep trying to go to bed at a decent hour. Keep trying to cut back on caffeine in the late evening. But then I find myself dying for Starbucks at 5PM and at 1AM I’m playing video games. Suddenly it’s 8AM again and I wake up feeling like I’ve barely slept at all.
Today I’m working with radiation again—so far so good. Everything takes exponentially longer to accomplish when you’re working with radiation, because you have to keep checking to make sure you didn’t get any on your gloves or pipet, and because all your movements are slow and cautious. Blargh. Fortunately we haven’t hit record highs this week so wearing a lab coat, closed-toed shoes and gloves isn’t as boiling as it can be.
Tonight it’s back to Continuing Belly Dance again, which has me nervous because last week Mona said she’d being going easy on us. I’ve been practicing my form but if I panic or get behind that may all go out the window. Then tomorrow I’m meeting a new doctor who I’d like to make my primary care provider, because my current doctor makes me feel like I’m at the 15 minute oil change place: he checks a few basic things, writes down my concerns, and tells me everything is fine and see you next year. And while, for the most part, I think everything is fine, I don’t like the feeling I’m halfway out the door five minutes into my appointment. This new doctor is a lady and had good ratings on the internet (oh, there has GOT to be a better way to figure these things out).
Wedding stuff is blurring by even faster. Andy’s going to contact the reception music folks. I’m arranging dance lessons for us to work on our first dance. We continue to leak out new invitations every week or so. We’re up to 70 some YES’s for the wedding so far. Sarah and I got our makeup at the M.A.C. counter yesterday, which was insanely fun and glamorous. The lady who worked with us was funny and enthusiastic. She wasn’t afraid to say “no, this doesn’t work.” Once my face was coated in primer and foundation, she cooed “Ooooh, you look like the eldest daughter in that Lemony Snickett movie!”
I’ve never gotten THAT compliment before, but it was definitely a compliment in my book, and a nice nerdy one at that.
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