Revelations

My body has, historically, taken exactly as much sleep as needed. I’ve never woken up after 14 hours and had a sore back. I’ve never felt more tired than when I went to sleep. I have, however, felt as those I’ve wasted the better part of the day and resolve to do better. I resolve to limit myself to 6 hours of sleep a day.

I remember my college days in a not too distant past. In those days I was on campus by 0730, in the gym for a couple hours, maybe a pre noon chow nap (but back then it was called “lunch”), classes until 1630, then a brief stop at the house before work at 1700. Even though the restaurant I worked at closed at 2300, I wouldn’t get home, cleaned up, and in the rack until 0100 on the average. Then the alarm would sound promptly at 0600, of which I’d snooze for a good hour before dragging my happy ass out of bed again. I did this for a year. A year can seem like a long time. Boot camp was a nocturnal vacation. We were in the rack every night at 2200 and up at 0500. Who could beat a deal like that? And this was fun too! Go figure. But times, they are a changin’.

The fall semester started two days ago. I’ve got a backpack of books heavy enough to stunt my growth, assuming I hadn’t stopped growing in 10th grade. There’s one class in particular where I’ll be required to write at least 6 separate 10 page reports. In addition, a 20 page final will be due and weekly reports of no less than 3 pages are expected. WTFO! I think it’s my American Federal Government class. Right now they’re all swirling together in a sea of confusion. Three of my classes are upper level courses. I’m now expected to perform at the level of a college senior when all I’ve been doing for the last six years was busting rust off of hydraulic hose fittings and dressing in camouflage. Where’s the connection? My brain hurts and I haven’t even started studying yet. Upon further analysis of my remaining credit hours to achieve my BA, I’ve come to realize that I’m committed for at least another year. Maybe a year and some change. This whole time I was thinking I could get away with some sort of accelerated program of sorts and rocket to my degree in mere months. Wrong. I honestly think this may be my most difficult semester. Then again, I have another semester’s worth of upper level core requirements to fulfill before I can splash through the electives. Yuck. Okay, so maybe the next two semesters will be the hardest. Or three. Or more.

I am now taking applications for a personal assistant to aid in my time management. You will work for the shear enjoyment of helping others (namely, me). Apply within.

In spite of this serious time management issue, I will continue to post much more regularly than the old days of version 4. That’s how easy I’ve made it for myself. Design update implementation within v5 will probably not come as fast as I’d like it to, but it will progress in baby steps (think “What About Bob,” with Bill Murray). I’d like to not thank the International Webmasters Association for not awarding me anything in recognition for the extraordinary efforts I’ve put forth into jk.com v5. They can kiss my butt.

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