Tryptophan Hallucinations

Today, we go to Long Island for Dead Turkey Day. For Bubba, it means a chance to see his cousins from Maryland, gotrice and CrispyCrunchy. For the Mrs., it's an opportunity to visit extended family. For me... I don't know yet.

I'm still reeling a bit from the throat/sinus infection my wife so lovingly gave me when she was done with it. Add to this my usual aches and pains, plus the unknown effects of the anti-deppressant my neuro just prescribed me and I don't know yet what I'll be feeling.

Why am I taking the psych drug? Because I've been way too bummed lately, and it's affecting my studies. It's also affecting my concentration, my mood, etc.

Normally, I'm the one who's looked to to say "things will turn around" and whatnot. Needless to say, I don't have the will to say those sorts of things anymore. And it doesn't take a genius to realize that means something's wrong. And so...

Oddly enough, I did pretty well on the second exam in stats; I answered questions correctly that I would have sworn I got wrong. Now I'm told the thrid and last exam before Finals will be a take-home exam, which is an opportunity for me to curve my grade up and actually pass this class. We'll see. Group Dynamics is still going well, but the final presentation's due in only a few weeks and the rest of the group isn't nearly as prepared as they should be. It looks like I'll have to drag this bunch kicking and screaming into an 'A' if I want to get one too. So be it.

Got my press pass Tuesday. Nice. Lends a bit of legitimacy to my scribblings for the school paper. Look forward to seeing how much I can get away with. Also, we elect a new bunch of paper execs soon. A few want me to be EIC, but I really don't want the responsibility and the long hours that go along with it. I'll do it if I must (that means if the only other option is someone who will drag the paper down) but I'll be looking for a replacement every day I'd be on the job. Speaking of which: November's paper was so late we bumped it to Dec., and there will not be a year-end paper. Why? Because the current EIC's gotten gun-shy about copy editing (he's sensitive to criticism from the English Department).

C.L. looks bad: we went to visit her in the V.A. nursing home yesterday. Losing more weight than usual, not getting out of bed/wheelchair, rants are less lucid than usual. She's miserable there and I can relate, but there's no other option for her other than a private nursing home, where care wouldn't be much better, if you know what I mean.

Bubba's experimenting with the piano, so I guess it wasn't a complete waste of time/effort. Good for him. Anything to lessen his T.V. time. One thing that bothers me is he's starting to get upset about going to daycare again. Don't know any real (see 'of legitimate concern') reason, other than his teachers are teaching him proper manners. Maybe he hate being what someone tries to mold him into.

Well, happy Gobble Gobble. Pray for the millions of dead Native Americans who gave thier lives for Macys and bowl games. At the very least, remember to thank those who've helped you during the year.

jdk