Bacon Explosion and The Aftermath

I'm sitting in Anatomy Lab, doing my Sunday night shift. This work study thing really is the easiest money I've ever made, and even with the fact that I'm being paid to study, I still find myself really resenting it. Maybe it's because Sunday is my only REAL day off, no classes, where I alone am the architect of my time. Was I going to be spending this time studying anyway? Yes, most likely. However, I'd be doing it in my bedroom, propped up with pillows, drinking hot Kombucha green tea and wearing my thick flannel pajamas with the fluffy clouds on them with a dog on my feet to keep them warm.

I really need to stop bitching. This job is nice, my supervisor is super nice, and it's extra set out study time. So...

I really should be studying for my test tomorrow, but I've already been at it for about 4 hours and I need a small break. I re-read both the chapters, and now I'm going through the study guide and answering the questions.

I have a feeling that today would have been a lot easier and a lot more productive had I not gotten so drunk last night that I made myself sick. Ry Ry wanted to throw a party, and the Bryant-Mastema household told him he could hold it there. As with most of our parties, we had to have a theme that would be generally repugnant to most of the populace. So, Ry Ry decided we needed this monstrosity, otherwise known as "Bacon Explosion". I do find it ironic and funny in a "Ha ha.. ohh.. ow.." way that we held this artery clogging get together approximately 3 weeks after our much loved co-worker, Jonathan, had a heart attack. Yes, yes. We are classy folk.

So, at Ry Ry's bacon party, I brought some Black Strap rum for myself. I repeatedly told John "I'm not going to get wasted, I have way too much to do tomorrow." Well, I must have forgotten that somewhere in the middle of my second drink. There was snacky food there, and also, who can forget, the LOG OF PORK, but I didn't really eat anything after my breakfast yesterday around 11 a.m., and then proceeded to drink hard alcohol, which I don't do frequently anymore.

So I got sick. Very very sick. John bowed out gracefully around 11:30 or so, and I wanted to stay a while longer. However, at around 11:40, Chase wanted to go and he was my ride, and apparently I had reached what I call "drunk critical mass" where I was passing over the top of my arc of sober and teetering on the edge of super drunk leading to violent illness.

And right about when I got home was when I had the plunge. John ended up taking care of me while I apologized all evening long, holding my hair back and bringing me water.

So, today, I woke up at around 9, took a shower, and asked John to get me greasy greasy gross breakfast to soak up some of the booze left in my system. He took me to Micky D's (I know, I know, it's so bad for you and so gross, but it does the trick) and bought me some sprite, and I spent most of the rest of the day on the couch, either napping or reading my anatomy text book. If I had been in top form, I would have had my study guide done by now. But no, I didn't budget my time wisely, and this is how I'm paying for it. I'm dreading the rest of this night, being this tired, because I'm going to be working until very early in the morning and then I work and come straight to school for a test.

This week I have a huge lab report (between 14 and 17 pages with citations) to write up and turn in for my unknown bacteria, a presentation that should be about 10 minutes long about home canning that I need to make a power point for, a research report on a theme of a novel I still haven't read (oh that one is going to be double fun, too, because I accidentally left the novel on the floor of our bathroom when I got out of the bathtub yesterday evening, and our toilet has a leak, so it became so waterlogged the back pages actually stuck to the ground when I went to pick it up this morning), and on top of all of that we need to get some time in the lab to work on dissecting our cats because we're behind in that as well. I also need to write a paper based on a movie or book about some topic related to Microbiology, and get my college applications done and sent off.

I feel like I am drowning. I feel like I need a whole week off work just to work on my school stuff, so that I can get good grades this quarter and actually get into Western so I don't have to move. However, Jonathan will be going in for more surgery on Monday, so I'm actually going to be getting the opposite: I'll be working extra (as will everyone else) to cover his shifts so that he can take a week (maybe a week and a half) off to recover. I want him healthy and well, so I'm glad to do it, but the timing is less than opportune.

Ok, I think I've given my brain sufficient rest time. I'll go back to my study guide now, getting some of the stuff out of my brain and written down in a form that I can actually mimic when I take the test tomorrow.