After a week of trying to catch up on the readings from not registering until the first week of class and thereby missing the first one, tonight I head off to my first college class in about 8 years. I'm nervous would be an understatement. It's nice to have something to focus on with all the uncertainty surrounding me at home these days, but to start all over again? Eek.

That said, I'm kind of looking forward to being in the middle of academia again. The last time, I jumped in with both feet following a massive breakup and life turmoil (funny how life cycles, isn't it?), it was an environment I thrived in and I met some really great people and one by one got a lot of aspects of my life flowing in a positive manner again. I'm hoping it works that way this time to.

In other news, to my delight this morning, I’m half-stupored from recent lack of sleep and sitting at my desk when I FEEL SOMETHING CRAWLING ON MY FOOT (I was wearing dress sandals, see?). I shrieked, flung my foot as hard as I could then spent the next ten minutes looking for the perpetrator under my desk (which is dark, and I have no flashlight at work, so enhance my paranoia, please). I finally see him on the door frame, about an inch and a half long "water bug" and I swear, IT WAS STARING AT ME. Needless to say, a trashed paper tablet later and he was no more, but I’ve spent the entire day now sure things were crawling all over my legs.

Heebie-jeebily,
Mal