Well, I'm back, and it's not because I have something interesting to say. It's for blog therapy.

Driving home from work and school tonight, I kept hearing songs I like, including Don't Fight It by the Panics, which I love, love, love, but it was super special because it is never on the radio. Naturally I assumed there was something to it, like destiny was playing songs just for me, me, me. But then, Don't Fight It was followed with Down in a Hole by Alice in Chains, and I was like, Huh. Very conflicting messages. I decided to ignore Down in a Hole, much in the way I choose to have a "do over!" when I'm reading tarot and get a set of cards I don't like. I tell myself, No, no, this can't be right. Obviously I wasn't focusing enough, and blahbitty blah, and I start shuffling again.

Even though I've been complaining bitterly about being busy with school, I'm truly liking my class lots, and I'm so looking forward to taking the graduate-level autism course next quarter. I'm even taking it in graduate standing so I can use the credits if I end up pursuing a degree. This is all very good news. Yay! Yay! Yay!

I am feeling kind of lame about being so overloaded right now, though. My head is a bit scattered. I keep giving one of my poor coworkers incorrect information, which she then shares with others, and then, when I realize my error, I have to return to her in shame and say, "About that..." Time and time again! (OK, well, two.) I offer to clear up the misinformation with the specific people, but she waves me away and takes care of it. The guilt is weighing me down, man. A. I don't like being wrong in the first place, but B. Now I'm making someone else look like a dumbass as a result. She's still coming to me for information, and I tell her what I "know," but then I follow it up with, "Uh, you might want to confirm that with someone else first." I'm very, very professional.

Also, today I walked into the Parking Office at my work to buy some permits. I was yawning as I came through the door, and the very nice woman behind the counter said, "No yawning allowed here!"

Me: "Ha, ha. Sorry. It's just one of those days, you know."

Her: "Oh, I know." She then proceeds to help me with my transaction. At the end, I slipped up and yawned again.

Me: "Oops."

Her: "You did it again! What's wrong with you?"

Me: "A lot! Byeeeeeeee!"

Tomorrow I have to get up at the crack of dawn for an early meeting, and I'm sure you all know that I'm very this









about that.

I'm going to need a luxury beverage to get me through.