Brain. Fried.

My brain is fried. Mush. A gooey glob of ectoplasm of nothingness.

That’s how I feel after this past week at work.

The database project is crunching along and then it hits a stop because I can’t work out some logic on how some information should be categorized.

Planning.

I’m such a planner, working on understanding workflows.

I think I may have figured out a workaround after talking to a few people, but I’ll see how things go.

Work.

It’s killing me.

It’s fun, but hot damn if I’m not a hot mess after thinking about it.

Break.

I know I told myself I was going to get back to finishing my python class that is way overdue, but I’m taking another day. Maybe tomorrow and then I’ll continue signing up for classes after my birthday.

I need a break.

I need some time.

I’ll get back to it, but I need time.

I need a little spring break to recharge my brain and my body. Fill it with fresh air and some busy activity and nature and I’ll come back fresh, better minded tackling new information and work.

Break.

I need one.

Cloud reached out to me Tuesday with some bad news. Thien has leukemia.

She was diagnosed with Acute Promyelocytic Leukemia. Doing a quick research online, it seems that it’s one of the better ones to have. Very high survivability rate and easy to cure.

She’ll be taking chemo for the next few weeks and then she’ll be going on a vitamin regiment to keep it from coming back. She’ll be out of the ICU in the next few weeks.

I believe she’s a senior at the UW now and will have to miss Spring Quarter to recover, but her health is more important than her schooling.

I’m sorry and saddened to hear the news, but it’s good news for what she has.

She has a strong support group in all her family. She’s in my thoughts and I hope for a speedy and safe recovery.

People watching.

Things are slow.

Today is slow.

I sit and watch.

I try to put words together, but they don’t come.

I don’t know what to do, so I watch.

I prep myself, thinking about dinner, lunch, and what I need to do at home.

I prep myself for the wedding tomorrow.

I prep myself.

Mercury should be out of retrograde early next week.

No more miscommunication. No more fuck ups.

It’s Aries season.

My season.

The astrological new year.

Apparently, it’ll be good for everyone. Let’s see.

Let’s see.