Deadass in Current Events

My test went alright. I had to guess on three of the multiple-choice questions but the bulk of the test was using gas laws and I think I rocked it.

After class, I made it to the gym. It felt like it had been a full week. I didn’t know I missed it until I was running on the treadmill and the whole world disappeared. It really made me want to go to the club and lose myself on the dancefloor. Just let loose and let go.

I think I can officially say that the acupuncture session worked a miracle on my shoulder. I’ve had full range of it all week. I was nervous to see how it would hold up in the gym. So far so good. The deltoid raise machine can fuck itself bone dry I am not risking it. Just a few more sessions and the pain will be fully gone, I was told. I think she might be right. I’m going to test it out after my next session by going swimming. If I can do that then my shoulder is ready for boxing with my roommate.

Speaking of my roommate. I miss her. I really do. What the heck?

Work was fun today. I am turning into a slacker and I am getting away with it because I am very charismatic. Claudia is calling me out on it, passive-aggressively. I’m turning into Linda, my frenemy at my other location that I call wander women.

This week went by fast. Bev invited me over to watch a movie with her and the boys. I haven’t seen the newer Jumanji yet. She is making her chili which I am obsessed with. I also miss her boys. Her oldest just turned 11. Should be a nice evening. I will be terminally tired tomorrow, deadass. I’m going to the gym right after my shift, no cap. I am hoping that it is not as busy as it was today, it wasn’t giving. When I got there, it was bussin’. I spent 30 solid minutes running on the treadmill. I was also floored by how heavy I had the weights today. I really am getting stronger, at the very least. I did legs today and my back. Tomorrow I want to hit my chest. The weekend… will be more of the same. (I’m trying to serve gen z rizz right now but I don’t have the extra they/them chromosomes so it hits different.)

There is a problem at work with our service list. The cause of which is obvious to me. I tried to explain it to my supervisor but she wasn’t having it. Guaranteed it will be her epiphany next week. Whatever.

I’m honestly at the point where I am just tired of complaining about how tired I am of being tired. I think dropping to part-time could be nice for a little bit. Switching to shift-work would probably better for my health. I get up at 4:30 AM every morning for work. I have to go to bed at 7:30 PM and go out like a light for me to be fully rested for the day. No matter what quantity of sleep I get after that, I will be terminally tired. It’s so hard to get through the days. Then I nap when I get home which doesn’t help the situation but I can’t function to study or go to class without it. Something’s gotta give. This weekend I have a lot of time to figure things out. My roommate may swing by randomly which kind of… whatever. It is what it is.

Time to go eat now. At 10 PM. I knew it was going to be a late night because I was aching to go to the gym.