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Sunday Breakdown
Apr. 15th, 2007 04:25 pmSpent much of the week feeling intermittently queasy. Also rushing from class to class of my new schedule. Nothing too supremely fucked up, barring Friday, on which I discovered they'd double-booked me and another teacher in the same room all freaking day, like 9:00 A.M. to 6:00 P.M. Survived that. Went to BodyCombat the first day back, even though I was obviously knackered. Kept up with my personal trainer appointments.
Went out on Friday evening to celebrate the fact that I got paid that first week (not a usual occurence); I bought issues #1 to #5 of the manga Death Note, because I vaguely recalled people recommending it to me. Was immediately hooked. Later went on tha Intranetz and discovered that "something" happened around chapter 50 or so which turned everybody off and made them hate it like late-seasons X-Files. I've since read ahead in the store and think I've found out what said "something" was...but ya know, I just don't care so much, so I'm gonna keep on reading. It's always interesting to me (Chinese-style "interesting") to note how often fans obsess about stuff which has frankly already been well-groundworked "suddenly" coming to pass, oh shock oh horror. It's usually far more about "but I liked that character!" or "but now I can't like that other character anymore!" than it is about any sort of logical analysis of storytelling efficacy, anyhow, and as a criticism, the very concept frankly bores me senseless.
Ate Indian food on Friday, got semi-distended, passed a clenched-up night. Saturday, Mom took Cal. Steve and I had notions of finally going to see Zodiac, but funnilly enough, that window of opportunity has passed us by. Got a sushi dinner at Ichiban and stayed in with some DVDs from Rogers instead. Sushi dinner also made me feel distended, brought on similar clenched-up night. Still, did BodyFlow on Saturday and treadmill on Sunday, so I think I'm maintaining, if nothing else. Mom bought Cal some adjustable jeans. He's a lot happier generally, these days, thank Christ--and talkative, too.
Which brings us to the "real" meat of the week, the thing that Mom thinks is behind all my gastrointentinal distress: Cal's assessment. It happened on Thursday morning, and it went well, though I obviously couldn't be there in person (and took the predictable amount of flack from Mom for that simple fact of life); the doctors feel Cal has plenty of language, just doesn't exactly get what it's for, as yet. And like I said, he's really on fire these days, responsive and giggly, chattering and singing and naming things, recognizing stuff he hasn't seen in weeks, etc. I want to believe everything's going to be okay. I'm desperate to.
On the professional front: Some work. Some planning. But that'll be for the next entry, which hopefully won't come a whole fucking week from now.
Went out on Friday evening to celebrate the fact that I got paid that first week (not a usual occurence); I bought issues #1 to #5 of the manga Death Note, because I vaguely recalled people recommending it to me. Was immediately hooked. Later went on tha Intranetz and discovered that "something" happened around chapter 50 or so which turned everybody off and made them hate it like late-seasons X-Files. I've since read ahead in the store and think I've found out what said "something" was...but ya know, I just don't care so much, so I'm gonna keep on reading. It's always interesting to me (Chinese-style "interesting") to note how often fans obsess about stuff which has frankly already been well-groundworked "suddenly" coming to pass, oh shock oh horror. It's usually far more about "but I liked that character!" or "but now I can't like that other character anymore!" than it is about any sort of logical analysis of storytelling efficacy, anyhow, and as a criticism, the very concept frankly bores me senseless.
Ate Indian food on Friday, got semi-distended, passed a clenched-up night. Saturday, Mom took Cal. Steve and I had notions of finally going to see Zodiac, but funnilly enough, that window of opportunity has passed us by. Got a sushi dinner at Ichiban and stayed in with some DVDs from Rogers instead. Sushi dinner also made me feel distended, brought on similar clenched-up night. Still, did BodyFlow on Saturday and treadmill on Sunday, so I think I'm maintaining, if nothing else. Mom bought Cal some adjustable jeans. He's a lot happier generally, these days, thank Christ--and talkative, too.
Which brings us to the "real" meat of the week, the thing that Mom thinks is behind all my gastrointentinal distress: Cal's assessment. It happened on Thursday morning, and it went well, though I obviously couldn't be there in person (and took the predictable amount of flack from Mom for that simple fact of life); the doctors feel Cal has plenty of language, just doesn't exactly get what it's for, as yet. And like I said, he's really on fire these days, responsive and giggly, chattering and singing and naming things, recognizing stuff he hasn't seen in weeks, etc. I want to believe everything's going to be okay. I'm desperate to.
On the professional front: Some work. Some planning. But that'll be for the next entry, which hopefully won't come a whole fucking week from now.
