I know perfectly well that my grade won’t be up yet – it’d be insane to think my grade would be up today when class only ended on Wednesday…. still, I’m reloading the gradesite for PSU students about once an hour… no luck yet… dangit!
It’s like playing some warped slot machine – I really want to hit the 4.0 jackpot, I’m terrified I’m going to bust out with an A-, and so far all I’m getting is “free roll, try again”.
This hurts my head!
No wonder it takes me 20 minutes to find the right colors when coloring my comics!
I’ve got two comics half-done, but I haven’t finished them, because they’re on paper.
Paper. That white tree pulp stuff. That stuff that doesn’t respond to my Wacom pen
I have to go clear my desk off and find my scanner and set it up and scan the paper comics. Then, I have to finish the paper comics.
Well, it means that for the first time, I have “originals”.
My last class is finished.
My professor assures us that we’ve all passed.
I’d party but I’m too tired to do much more than eat a celebratory bowl of ice cream and sit like a lump on the sofa. Very shortly (once we’ve determined if Nighthawk’s car battery is dead) I’ll be going to bed.
All at once I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders and that the whole world is open to me… and also that I’ve lost a little something, not having class to go to anymore.
They say that these are not the best of times
But they’re the only times I’ve ever known
And I believe there is a time for meditation
In cathedrals of our own
…
For we are always what our situations hand us
It’s either sadness or euphoria
(billy joel)
I’ve been assured that this will wear off… I’ve also been assured that just because I’m a Master Engineer I won’t necessarily be allowed to drive a train. (Apparently, Conductors do that. I pointed out that I’m mostly water and trace minerals, and they’re both pretty good conductors, but that was not enough.)
And despite fears that I won’t have enough to do, it looks like I’ll be pretty busy. A webcomic to re-buffer, a website to re-revise, my brother-in-law’s birthday / high school graduation party this weekend, Virginia Beach next week, visits from some ideaphiles the week after that, and so on and so forth. And then there’s the floor to finish in the 2nd bedroom and then bathrooms to remodel, etc. etc. it goes on and on. Still, graduation frees up about 10-20 hours a week of my time, so I should be a little more relaxed.
Next Monday my shift changes – I’ll be working 5 days a week for the first time in a few years, 10:30am-7:00pm. Very odd.
To all of you who’ve helped me stay sane these past three years, thank you!
I did it! It’s done.
When I was in high school, I once wrote a poem about the way the darkness blurs together when I’m without my glasses. I made reference to the problem in Daisy’s Toothache as well. I’ve wondered, with so many of us being blind-as-a-bat, why it’s not mentioned more often, this weakness that we have.
Maybe it’s because the way each of us sees is so personal — nobody can see through my eyes but me. (And even then…)
Lisel Mueller’s Monet Refuses the Operation makes me feel a little less alone in the dark.
So I slept from just after three to just after 8:30 if you excuse the five or so minutes I was groggy in the middle of the night when Nighthawk let the dog out. At 8:30 she decided she wanted to be awake and outside, so I got up with her and tried to nap on the sofa. Failed, but at least it was a try.* Meanwhile said dog just came in, and she’s snoring on the sofa.
I’m trying not to be angry that the dog’s asleep when I’m awake, since I wanted to be asleep when she was awake. I might just wake her up three or four times today just for the sheer evil fun of it.
Just read through my morning comic trawl and now I’m debating whether to launch into homework or make a food shopping list. Maybe I’ll work on the site design, or maybe I’ll work out. If I work out, maybe I’ll fall asleep by 6 tonight. That might be fun. I might even get tired enough that way to sleep on this sofa.
*to all the guests I ever subjected to this horrible-for-sleeping sofa, I offer abject apologies. This thing’s only comfortable for sleeping if you’re running a fever of 102 and can’t move from the exhaustion anyway.
I’m currently uploading the last of the changes to our class project website — at least, the last ones I plan on making… at least, the last ones tonight. We’ve reached the stage where we’re rapidly writing documentation to try to get our deliverables together, and discussing lockdown dates. If all else fails we lock down at 6pm on Wednesday, because that’s when we hand all our blood, sweat, and tears over to Dr. LaPlante. At that point, three of the four members of my group (myself included) are done, finished, kaput, end-of-Master’s.
Meanwhile, it’s 3am Sunday and I’m not going to wonder why I feel like hell all day later when I get up.
At least if I’m up until 3am coding in the future, it’ll be for either money or my own insanity.