Trying to maintain my insanity in a stable way.

So... its been a while. Yeah...

We have started finals week here at college a lovely time where generally one has more time than average to get work work done and chill with those amazing people we know. For me... not so much. I came into finals week behind due to a horrible week last week and right now am in the process of trying for some strange reason to find a bit of my sanity in sleep... so not happening so a mild rant is in order and I know that most of the people in question will never read this so.... here it goes.

A week ago I was in a biking accident. It was raining. I was going downhill close to crossing one of the small bridges on campus to get back to my place when a random nameless stranger came out of nowhere with a massive umbrella and took the center of the walkway. Rather than giving him his just desserts for this I pulled out at the last second and tried to stop using only my front brake. Not a pretty idea. The bike did stop. I on the other hand projected myself to the very edge of the bank a bit up from the bridge face down in the mud. Due to this I had a concussion, whiplash, and a badly bruised knee. A few hours later I was finishing up the two papers I had due last week when my computer gave up on me making a pretty colorful screen and died. I tried rebooting as any normal person would with several hours of work put into these papers and low and behold now it had no operating system. Now as any understandable person would I freaked out. The first of the two papers was due in just over 12 hours and I didn't have a pot to piss in. I borrowed my roommate computer for a quick email but she and I both didn't trust me with it for longer so I let it go. The email was begging that professor for 2 days extension. Then I went to bed.

Tuesday got up and took my computer to the help desk before calling work to explaining my emergency and then classes. Came back and learned that they thought I had just deleted the wrong program and if I brought my disks in everything would be alright. I decided that they were nuts and quickly commandeered my computer to the apartment. I called my computer guy back home and left a frantic message of "Do laptops randomly delete their operating program for fun?" Before hanging up and heading to the library to restart my papers. Read the email that saved my day about 2 days being just fine but any longer and it was a no go. So I had one day a piece for each paper. The one for Wednesday was the focus for tonight.  Got the actually writing done by about 11:45 pm and came back to the apartment for food and rest.

Wednesday I woke up a bit later than I wanted and started to rush off to the library when my phone rang. I considered ignoring it but answered it instead. It was my computer man offering to come at least get me back in functioning order... I was shocked and agreed. Got to the library and finished editing my paper before printing and was extremely content. Not satisfied but I could turn this in without feeling like a nincompoop. Went to work then met up with that amazing computer man who had another pretty laptop just like mine due to me actually. I had killed mine before and it was cheaper to by another laptop for parts so he decided to fix it up after the fact and here it was. I was ecstatic and we switched out the hard drives before he was off for home and I was bound for class. Got through class and returned to the apartment for more insane writing and food.  

Thursday breathed a sigh of relief as I turned in the utterly crap paper and went to work.

Friday breathed just for a bit before starting studying for finals.

Saturday studied and a few movies.

Sunday work studied and more work. Got out at about 2am Monday morning.

Monday got to sleep around 5am and was woken to my roommate on the phone at 10am. My roommate is ill and not doing great.   Yes I woke up each time she coughed the night before. I jumped twice when she blew her nose after I had gotten back to sleep. So I wasn't the happiest camper. I got up chatted online with a friend and tried to be calm. Off to work back to the apartment for a few phone calls and back to work for a friend. Got home to my roommate asleep so I decided to make sense and crash too. Less than an hour into sleep I was woken to her on the phone. Now I understand the concept and uses of a phone but and yes let me say this again BUT please not near me while I am sleeping. I will assume you are talking to me and wake up. Its who I am. I hear a voice I expect trouble or someone wanting my help so I wake up. Stupid probably but I generally try to care... not sure my caring is going to last through next semester now... on the bright side she did a nice comment for me on facebook... does this fix my lack of sleep... no it just makes me feel like a jackass for wanting more sleep... I do believe that is all... thank you.