le tired

[verbicide]

It was a beautiful, sunny Seattle day today. I woke up a little tired, but work was busy and that is always a wonderful, distracting boon.

Excitedly bounced off to Greenlake to meet the ever-wonderful devinluvsrussia and found to my surprise that I was wiped out. We started on our trek and I thought I was going to pass out. Devin kindly suggested we reschedule our walk to Thursday and just sit and chill.

We sat by the water and watched the ducks frolic and chatted comfortably as long as time would permit.

I came home and squeezed in a rare, brief nap. I was thoroughly wiped out. I sadly collected my bag and set out for class at 5. Slunk into class and was rewarded by the friendly concern of my classmates. It's so nice to be part of a group where you can easily talk to just about any person and have a great conversation and have them give a damn about your day. Maybe this sounds weird, but you know how people will ask how your day is and you know it's just this reflexive, polite, social thing, but they don't really want to know? Not the case with this class. I was startled by how genuinely people wanted to know why I was tired, did I have a cold, did I sleep enough, do I have allergies. I felt warm all over.

My desk was against a glorious beam, so I could rest my head. I perked up a bit when jeff_nw showed up. He was an absolute godsend, nudging me awake throughout class as I kept drifting off. I would blearily open an eye and Torsten would be grinning at me, Paula scrawled a huge WAKE UP sign to flash me. Very amusing.

Somehow made it to break without falling out of my chair. Jeff and I made our way over to the Vending Machines of Joy where Elizabeth greeted us as "Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum." I so called Tweedle Dee. Elizabeth said Jeff would have to work that out with me. I earnestly looked at her and said, "Oh no, there's no working out. They're is only OBEYING." Jeff grinned and wisely nodded in agreement. Gotta love a man you can boss around. Muhahaha!

Caffeine is truly a miraculous thing. Some diet coke in me and I slowly regained consciousness. Jeff fed me some dried peas and I managed a semi-alert state for the second half of class, which was actually interesting (as it was not taught by Bill "Let me rapidly read off my slides to you" the prof). We had a guest speaker, an engaging guy who'd started up his own software company. Right before break, Bill promised us that when we returned, Darrell would 'do' all of us. Jeff smirked as we walked out, saying he hoped Darrell'd taken his vitamins. I agreed, cause the guy was rather cute.

Back in class, Jeff astutely pointed out that Darrell looked remarkably like Mel Gibson. There was much amusement, as we kept whispering comments to each other. Darrell asked if there were any questions, Jeff leaned over to whisper, "Yes, please tell us why you made The Passion." Snerk.

Class ran late, but Jeff happily suggested we bail at 9. We walked back to my car where I handed over SiP for his indoctrination (seeing it fly with passing colors with Dev). I have hopes for him. He will like comics. He will! He will! I know he has it in him. Squeezed in some more chatter with him as I drove him to the Triangle Garage and then drove home.

And now? For my bed which, contrary to the lies Disneyland spews, is the happiest place on earth.