Pretty bad...

I decided that I needed a cup of coffee before my last class yesterday, political science. I went down to the basement to the little cafeteria in the building my last two classes are in (Cavanaugh, for all you IUPUI students). I grabbed a cup of "bubbaccino", as Shiva and Adam call it, and a bag of potato chips. I had a cereal bar for lunch, but I really wanted something salty. After I paid, the little hispanic lady working the register ran over and grabbed a cookie. Before I left, she said, "You need a cookie!" I'm not sure if it was something that came with one of the items that I purchased, but since my total was around $3, I assumed it wasn't. I don't know if I looked like I had just walked off the set of Night of the Living Dead or if it came with my "meal". Oh, well. So, I decide to take the stairs up to my class on the second floor. I sit down, start drinking my faux coffee and eat my chips. As my professor walked in, he asked how I was doing. I told him the usual that I was a little tired, hence the coffee. He walked over to me and said, "You don't look well. I'm concerned." What? I asked him after class if it was in reference to my appearance or my midterm. He said in terms of my "well-being". So, I tried to pry out of him how I am doing in the class. He didn't answer, but he said, "You're doing fine." Well, that's good to know.

I've been sleeping 7-9 hours a day. I had mentioned previously that I was tired. I hadn't accounted the fact that I was on the first day of my period, and at that time, I'm usually pretty tired the first day. I've been taking multi-vitamins (Pre-Natal from when I was growing out my hair and alternating between Women's One A Day). I've been trying to limit my caffeine intake to one or two beverages a day, usually tea. So, when I went to Walgreens this morning to purchase a magazine for my next writing class assignment, I picked up a bottle of B-Complex for "stress". I don't know if it's because I haven't actually been letting myself enjoy life right now, or if I'm just bogged down with reading material for school day in and day out. It felt good to see both of my parents on Saturday. I hope to be able to go down there this weekend, but we need to do a load of laundry. I'm sick of doing one gigantic load once a month, and Adam and I both agreed we shouldn't let it go for so long. I'll see if I can't con him into doing what we have on Thursday when he's off from work.

Otherwise, things are generally good. The landlord is here now, and I'm trying to avoid him like the plague. I don't know if Adam has paid rent or not, but I'm really not in the mood for his constant belittling me for not "working". Adam and I have an agreement that has been tuned a bit recently. Personally, I don't think it's his business. I doubt that he had mentioned to Adam while he was "working from home" that he should get a job while I was working over 50 hours a week. Now, I'm just bitching. I want him to leave so I can let Madison out. He hates the dog. He's yelled at her, and at the same time, he fears her. I can only imagine if he comes knocking on the door while none of us are home that he would yell at her for howling. That's what she does. She is my protector when Adam isn't around. She is our home protector, believe it or not. She lets me know when people are walking around on the porch by jumping in my lap, looking at the door, and growling. I'm pretty confident in saying that she is far more alert than I am. However, if someone were to actually break in, I'd have to default to the common belief that a basset will show you were all the goods are and demand a belly rub from a perpetrator. *snort* Though, something deep inside me thinks she would defend her domain.

Nyquil induce coma from last night, fading out. Good day! :)