As a few of you noticed last night, I've been a little out of it over here. I know the difference between the word tote and the word tout. When I typed it, the connection never formed in my brain. I never even noticed it.
If it hadn't been for press releases, the cut-and-paste kind that somebody is kind enough to write up and distribute for the IDP and the LaRocco campaign, there wouldn't have been much on my end but song lyrics this week. Original, I am not.
And it isn't for lack of options. This past week two Idahoans died in Iraq. The second, a graduate of Borah High School, hit me harder than the first. Twenty-three years old. I'll be twenty-three next month and to think that my peers are fighting and dying in this unjust war eats me alive. This past week there was a bit of a shake up in the first congressional district. I'm still not sure what to think of that. Nothing against Minnick, but I had been a Grant supporter.
I know from time to time I get carried away with non-political hobbies here. I know I've been extra excited for baseball season. I know I've been heavy on the music and youTube posts lately. None of these things are news to me. I deal with politics day in and day out in the Stallings Collection. It's taxing. As much as I love it, some days I am tired of the politics. And the final days of wrapping up the collection cannot come soon enough.
I'm finishing up what has been the worst academic year I've had since junior high. It has been awful and to be honest with you, I'm just trying to pass. Biology isn't my strong suit. And, as much as I love German, it wears me out. I'm ready to move on to other things. I'm ready to write my Master's thesis. I'm ready to find my focus. If I can just get through the next month.
All of this isn't helped at all by the fact that I can't sleep at night. Not sleeping is one of the most aggravating feelings a person can experience. As much as you want to, you can't. As much as you need to, your body (or brain) won't let you. It's awful. And to think I began this blog nearly four years ago to battle the chronic insomnia or at least to give me something else to do with my time...
Despite the accomplishments, for once in my life I completely understand the phrase "Thank God it's Friday!" Yes, indeed. Danken Sie Gott, den es Freitag ist.