... in other words, I find myself increasingly apathetic and unmotivated.
School - this semester, at any rate - holds little intrest and even less enthusiasm. One factor has to be that I do not enjoy math as I once did, the other that both the classes I'm taking have instructors that are, shall we say, what one should expect out of a community college. One fails to get her points across, and so instead spends quite a large chunk of class time eating at her desk while we do makework. The other is letting us figure out how to best handle the difficulties we are having in the class, saying that's part of the classes goals. Myself, I see no reason why he can't just fucking help us with this particular element, as it is a sensitive one and we do not believe we have the authority to do what needs to be done because we are, after all, students and he is the instructor.
Spent some of this morning scaring Bubba with one of my birthday presents. If you're looking for something fun for a grown man, buy him the Tyco N-SECT radio controlled robot. This thing is fun, fast and durable, which is important when you have a strong 3 year-old throwing Pilates balls and Mega Blok wagons at it while its moving. Like I said: strong.
Have to see Crazy Lady today; it's her birthday tomorrow, and in order to keep the wheels greased (so to speak) you have to throw the dog a bone once in a while. A card and a small gift are a cheap price to pay for what could essentially be considered funding.
Haven't written anything in a while. Been thinking about that. I believe my medications might be affecting me in some way. I'll have to ask the neuro next month. In the meantime, I'm holding off until classes end this semester.
Watching 'Dexter' on Showtime. Good stuff. Mrs. is creeped out by it, fails to look at good mystery and drama underneath. Lots of conflict besides serial killer stuff. Lots of psycho-drama, especially in the repression department. Of course, you know I loves me the killins too.
Speaking of which, I will not be getting tarted up for Halloween this year. I've given it some thought, and I want to wait until both Bubba can appreciate/contribute to the maddness and I can come up with something original. Both of these will take years, but I believe if you're going to take a holiday seriously you ought to take it seriously.
Going to see something for the paper soon: torn between 'The Departed' and 'Man of the Year'. Probably will go see the former for the paper, the latter for me.
My temporary bridge fell out last week, and I've yet to make an appointment with the dentist to fix it. I should; I look more like a redneck than ever. I will, eventually, but those who know me know I don't like dentists. If you don't know me or why, see 'Marathon Man', because you never know...
Ta-ta, kiddies.
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