I woke up having to run around and take care of all kinds of stupid (in my opinion) business. When I finally looked at the clock, it was after twelve. Class started at twelve. I didn’t even have a dry gi to wear. I felt very not in control of my life.
One of my priorities this year is to make three classes a week. I have to work tonight and Thursday night. That means I have to make Friday night class and Saturday morning class. I can do that. I would hate to fail the first week.
Well, I have to do laundry, dishes, vacuüm, and take the trash out. Then go work a 12-13 hour shift. BLAH.