Tuesday'd

It rained all last night. Not a proper rain, just drizzling drizzling drizzling. It was still drizzling when I left for class at 6:45. I had a 7:30 a.m. class, an anatomy and physiology lecture. The rain let up for a bit as I got to campus, so I parked in the far lot and walked to class.

The instructor looks a bit like Butthead, from Beavis and Butthead. And he's a bit scattered, especially hard to follow when you're struggling to be alert at that hour.

The young woman who sat next to me in class was wearing a cheap perfume that, along with the fluorescent lights, made me feel like I was going to get a headache. She ended up being a good distraction though, as I amused myself by keeping a running tally of how many times she pulled her phone out of her pocket. I got the idea about fifteen minutes into class, when, during the inevitable and dreary reading of the syllabus, the instructor asked us to stay off of Facebook during class and that reminded her to pull out her iPhone and check her Facebook.

She checked her phone thirty times from then until the end of the lecture, sometimes just looking at it, sometimes texting, sometimes looking at Facebook, sometimes just surfing the internet. (I didn't count what she did during the break because I had to use the toilet.) When she wasn't checking her phone, she was examining her acrylic nails or whispering to her friend. And when she wasn't doing that, she was searching her bleached hair for split ends.

Just as the lecture started, she pulled out a spiral bound notebook filled with set of suspiciously complete notes. As she flipped through to find a blank page, I saw that they were dated February of this year. So she's taken the class at least once before. I would guess that she's probably going to be taking it at least once more after this.

Here's something that should scare you: She's on her way to becoming a nurse. Let's hope she's less distracted by the time she's caring for patients.

Dave had another day off from work, so we ended up going to the waffle place for breakfast. We shared a goat cheese and brandied cherry waffle and one topped with beans, chile, and sour cream. I had a couple of cups of decaf coffee and Dave had a London Fog (steamed milk, honey syrup, and Earl Grey).

After breakfast we went up to the craft store. I had a coupon for 30% off everything, so I went with the idea of getting a bunch of stuff. In the end though, I only picked up three small vials of alcohol ink, a stencil, and a package of foam brushes. Dave picked up three brushes to use for glazes. And that was it.

We came home and vegged out for a bit. I even fell asleep and was woken up by a text from our personal trainer moving our session to tomorrow night. That was our cue to get some Chinese food, a repeat of yesterday's dinner including my beloved spicy broccoli. I don't know that I should be eating five servings of broccoli a day. I mean, it's not going to hurt probably, but it is a lot of fiber. That has some pretty predictable consequences.

Now I've settled down to a few more episodes of Northern Exposure.