So the first day of training goes without (much of) a hitch. Other than not getting any sleep and thus being half-zombified for the whole day, anyway.
One hundred days to Christmas. I'm already feeling the ill effects, unfortunately. I was already exhausted upon coming home from doing literally zero work other than listening, and upon finding out that every individual facet of having a vehicle ready for tomorrow had come undone, I had a hard time not doing the same. I did nothing with my evening, wound up not trying to pull together a movie night like I'd hoped (to de-stress from the day -- I did, however, watch Ed Wood later on), and now I'm going to bed way later than I planned... again. God damn do I miss college.
Maybe this weekend'll be a bit more forgiving? Here's hoping, I could really use it.
All work and no play makes me a wound-up boy,
rickie-d
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