Birds flying high, you know how I feel.

Man, oh man, have I been busy.

It all got effed up last week. I had a class for my compensation professional certification (ooooh!). There are nine modules with exams at the end, this was my sixth. While I like the classes, I can't help but think that my enthusiasm for them will drastically diminish once I begin grad school. Which starts next Monday. I had my orientation session on Saturday morning. 8am. In Alpharetta (far). The first few hours were pretty rough. I've come to realise that doing things--like taking offsite training classes and attending ass-early orientation sessions--throw me off my routine. And I don't like to be thrown off my routine. I don't get enough sleep, I eat poorly, and I don't work out. These are all bad things. And for all three to happen at once, even worse. So last week was a total wash-out. I slept for 15 hours once I got home from the orientation.

This week has been better, but still pretty hectic. Mostly back to my comforting routine, but did have to venture into downtown on Tuesday to buy my text books. As my ATL peeps know, downtown Atlanta is kind of built on a grid. Except when it's not. And most streets are alternating one-way streets. Except when they're not. Throw in a sprinkling of inexplicable road closings and untimed streetlights and voila! A shitty driving experience! Then I parked and was feeding the meter with the last of my change when a helpful passerby noted that I didn't have to pay for parking after 6pm. Then I got lost 900 times in the Student Centre building until a janitor took pity on my and led me by the hand to the bookstore. I bought approx 45 lbs of books and the girl put it into one plastic carrier bag. After the handles had been streeeeeeetched to the thickness of spaghetti, I heaved it on to my chest and proceeded down five flights of stairs in sandals that went CLOP CLOP CLOP all the way down. At the bottom, the guy manning the front desk was standing up with his hands planted on the counter and glared at me when I clopped by, I imagine since he had been listening to me arrive for seven minutes. Then I turned the wrong way on 75/85, but REFUSED to backtrack and went for a lovely drive through the very shitty ghetto. I actually passed some cops winding up some yellow crime scene tape and learned later that night on the news that someone had been shot there. Windows were up and doors were locked.

This weekend is Kat and Erich's wedding. I'm taking off Friday to go up to North Carolina. It should be a fantastic time, really looking forward to it. Free-flowing booze and good times. And the sanctity of two people officially beginning a life together. But also the booze.

When I get back, I'm going to have to hit the ground running. I have an article due for tcm (for latest site offerings, click here and here) Monday, and my first class (Business Analysis yeeee) on Monday night. Oh, and then I get to go to the doctor on Tuesday morning due to a disturbing amount of growth out of my left leg from when it stopped a line drive cold in softball a month ago. And the cyst on my wrist still hasn't gone away. Fun! I'm a mutant!

But there is a fun lake party next Friday. And I am eating better this week, getting more sleep, and working out, so I feel pretty good. And isn't that what it's all about? Feelin' good?