Typing this on the computer.
Slept late, got up somewhat late. 7:00. Spent 10, 15 minutes in bed since my brother was in the bathroom. Got ready lickety-split and packed up my laptop and folder. No iced coffee this morning, though I did grab some water. And, this time, I remembered my headphones. Drove to class. Arrived on cmpus.
Government class came and went. Humanities class also came and went.
Had some beef tomato pasta for lunch. The sauce didn't seem as thin as normal, so it didn't cling much to the pasta, but it was still very good. Watched it over an episode of The Golden Girls where Dorothy and Stan have to deal with their loafer son. Said loafer son is 30(!).
Drove back home, and this was very stressful. The traffic flow was not particularly smooth -- I couldn't "human cruise control" and keep my accelerator pedal consistent. Not to mention there seemed to be a horrible drunk driver in a ratty old truck in front of me, swerving out of his lane to the right and left sides. I had never seen such severe swerving, and gave myself a massive airgap between him and me. When it came time for the merge back into California East 237, he slowed down and almost stopped, and nearly caused an accident. Well, maybe a few minutes down E-237, he was going to take an exit, and he seemed to go slow enough that I could pass him, but true to his dumbassery, he started drifting left to me. And not just 'normal' drifting, I think he was only a foot away at closest. It was particularly sticky since it seemed there was a dark Tesla speeding above 65, 67 on the left lane behind me. I was forced to drift to the left, worried about that Tesla, but slammed the accelerator, jammed the power gauge past the mid-section for sure, and got the hell outta there! But the traffic flow was still bad, and I got stuck behind another truck. What is up with drivers these days? One off day and everyone is more inconsistent than a toddler trying to paint the wall. Oy!
Got home, had some milk tea from yesterday in the freezer. It had partially frozen, and turned somewhat slushy, which was cool, but all I could think of how boba places use creamer and not 'real' milk for their milk tea. Probably good for lactose intolerant people, but what the hell do we put in creamer these days? Isn't it mostly fat?
Meanwhile, I tried to hang on. I really did. But I could barely read much on my computer screen since my focus was so shot, and so I stumbled over to my bed around 4:15 and napped until 5:30. I'll tell you, the way I woke up, I felt fine but still a little scattered. Something about the springtime humidity just sinks into your skin. It's nice. (It also makes the campus smell that bit brighter. Did I mention that yet?)
Got a little bit of reading in — Grant's chapter in Originals — but not too much. Had some fish and veggies and lots of pickled (preserved? it's in a kind of orange oil) bamboo for dinner, and then watched the pilot episode of The Carol Burnett Show around 10:30.