Not All Mountains Are Brokeback, Homes.

 The last few days have been...stressful. But last night after I dropped L off at her grandparents' house was quite restful, actually. Mainly because I took 10 mg melatonin instead of 5 mg (wink!...no, I mean that's actually what happened, it's just that I'm trying to be arch because that's the closest I get to partying anymore because I am in my Supplement Era.), did some dishes, tidied a little, put some (more) laundry away, took a bath, and fell asleep by 8:00 PM to Weird: The Al Yankovic Story. 

And then had some dreams that were serviceable and fine. The one I dreamt was that I was an OT working at a fancy hospital and there was a situation where one of the nurses needed to interview to be an Even Bigger Deal Nurse and since they needed two interviewees to comply with whatever regulations they asked me to interview too and I did a really good job, actually. She got the job and I got to feel good about my skillz as an OT at the hospital. How mundane! 

I have a detailed log that I'm going to go fill out after this before I get ready to go to work (someone wanted to switch shifts with me so I got to sleep in until 7:00 today! Wow!), but things with S have been chill, dramatic, and just tricky, in that order. Due to circumstance, user error, and then not reacting positively to boundaries, we still haven't had any couples' counseling but should have had a session by 5:00 PM today. 

I feel like school is something that happens in the spaces between everything else, but it's always been that way, I guess. I'm just irritated about it. I have a lot of catchup tonight, much of which was supposed to happen yesterday, but because of drama llamas - didn't. But it'll be okay. I can clean and watch lectures at the same time. I can mull over the feedback from my handwriting kit on a 30-minute break tomorrow and try to figure out how to piece together a sensory kit from that in the evening. Etc., etc. etc.

Now, go on with your bad self. Girl? You know you got it!*

[*optimism brought to you by adequate sleep, courtesy of David Ruffin]