It took me many, many hours just to complete my psychology homework this morning. There's so much memorization and so much I've forgotten since my class in high school . . . although I guess it's been about twelve years.
I got up promptly at 8:30 this morning, checked my email, and let my eyes adjust to being awake. Then I read the first chapter in the textbook and started the homework. I guess they have the online portal for the school linked up with the IDs – which is pretty cool – so all you have to do is swipe your card when you get to class and ask long as it's completed, your grades are calculated and in the gradebook. I finished two different assignments, though I only needed to do one, and started a third, but I got sick of it. Then I went back later tonight and finished the workbook at the end of the chapter. I'm so tired of thinking about Gestalt theory and psychoanalysis, and I've already made a thousand mental jokes to prepare me for going over Freuds oral, anal, phallic, latency, and genital stages of childhood that I could just pass out.
And I haven't even started art history or english. Charlie was nice enough to make copies of the e.e. cummings poem I'm reading in my literature class on Monday, so that's nice not to have to worry about.
I got a co-worker to cover for me at the part time job for most of my shift tonight so I came home early, made a trip to the store for some more school supplies, and had dinner with Kate. Now I'm getting ready to hit the hay with the art history book but I imagine I'll pass out in about fifteen minutes. That would be a new record for me: it usually takes me an hour or more to actually fall asleep after I go to bed. This is why I have an addiction to sleeping pills; I used to live off the suckers when I had to get up early every morning. It sucks.
Did you ever look up at the sky and watch the clouds pass and then get freaked out that you're actually sitting a sphere that's spinning wildly? I just did. I was watching these really thick clouds move past the moon and was thinking how fast they were going. Then I had a reality check and it totally freaked me out. Bad enough, but not as bad as the night I sat on the beach in Florida a couple years ago and was awed by the size of the ocean. At first it was really amazing, but then I realized the only lights I could see were pretty far behind me, from the condo where we were staying, and the blackness in front of me reached out infinitely. I suddenly felt really small and worthless and got so spooked I had to run back inside and watch Mtv just so I could get a sense of the worthlessness of the rest of the world for a minute.