This is not currently going to go down in the record books as on of my favorite days in my life. I feel out of sorts in a whole helluva lot of ways:
1) allergies - hell, I normally don't get allergies, but for some damn reason the pollen, etc. this year is kicking my butt. It is reported that pollen counts are at the highest level in my region in about 25 years.... but damn, I feel like crap.... I have a far greater sympathy for folks who regularly have allergies if they feel like this all the time. Damn.
2) anger about sh*t that is a pain in the *ss at work - as the head of the department, one of the very horrendous tasks I am saddled with is interviewing and hiring adjunct instructors. Due to their slave-level wages, they are understandably a flighty bunch... but damn, they are worse this year than any other year I have had to hire them I have had so many changes to make that I am having trouble keeping it all straight.
3) heat rash - the surge into the 90 degree weather we had about a week and a half ago left me with the worst case of heat rash I have ever experienced. Usually, I get a little bit in the form of a patch or two on my chest or a small patch on my arms at the start of every summer, but dammit again, I have never had it cover most of my body before... my arms, legs, my rear end and my whole torso are all covered with red splotches and it itches like hell! It is also taking its own sweet time to dissipate as well.... normally it lasts a few days, but this has been more like 10 days and it is still rampant and annoying as hell.
4) there are also a few melancholy inducing changes that are occurring in my family as well. Nothing bad, in fact, when looking at the "big" picture, the changes are good.... but they are transitional changes with things going on with some of my kids that make me feel melancholy and sad, but I do not want to get into them right now or I will start blubbering.... which of course will not do me any good at work.
I am tired and ornery at the moment. And like I mentioned a few weeks ago on Mike's blog (Welcome to the Bozone
), I have a wedding to go to this weekend. I know I am going to drink at this wedding... which is fine... and in fact quite enjoyable, but I also probably will end up drinking *too much*... out of boredom, because my wife will want to stay, and stay, and stay... far longer than I will want to at the wedding. I am the type of person who likes to go to the reception, eat dinner, have a few drinks, dance one or two dances, and maybe chat with folks for an hour or so before heading out. My wife, on the other hand, likes to get to the reception well ahead of the start time, and stay until we are typically damn near the last to leave. My wife does not like to drink, so there is no worry in that regard... but damn, staying until the bitter end of a wedding reception.... that has NEVER been my thing.... EVER. So, as I get more and more bored, I have a fairly strong tendency to grab another drink or two or three from the bar.... and I often times, out of sheer boredom end up drinking enough that there is at least a 50% chance I will have at least a mild hangover on Sunday. Yeaha!