9 days
Apparently, if dreams were real, this is how long I have left to live unless I find the proper donor. Donor of what? I can’t remember. Although, death in nine days “unless” it is not considered terminal. Not in dream land. I basically spent my night last night thinking that I will soon be six feet under. There was present some Jumanji of a board game, where people from my past (whom are not very fond of me anymore, I’m sure) were forced to play in order for a chance to save my life. That’s not comforting. I was beyond relieved when I woke up to find that it was only a dream, at least.
My bad feeling escalated on the way to work when I realized my schedule for the next couple of days:
- Tonight: Practice, food, pack
- Tomorrow: Work, airport, Orlando, laptop in hand to start designing bout programs
- Saturday: Orlando, IBIE, LSU football game at a bar, BERG program work
- Sunday: Orlando, IBIE again, maybe some food, freelance (that I don’t get paid for) until I drop dead
- Monday: Airport, work, make myself up to look fabulous, Karaoke with the Rollergirls (Just remembering I need to print out flyers today, as well)
- Tuesday: League Meeting, program design
- Wednesday: I rest. But I want to paint my house. Maybe I’ll do this here, but then again, there’s that program that’s still not finished. Although this day is usually reserved for dinner and Dexter. Choices.
- Thursday: Practice. Slice. Program.
- Friday: Thankfully, nothing on the calendar yet. Hopefully the stinking program is done by now.
- Saturday: Practice. Zoo. Picnic. LSU vs. Kentucky
- Sunday: Practice. Maybe I can do that painting stuff here!
- Monday: Files to Printer. Managers’ meeting. That’ll take up the whole night.
- Tuesday: Flake out. Maybe wrap up uniform for the weekend.
- Wednesday: Possible Audubon, Dinner, Dexter
- Thursday: Practice
- Friday: Rally night at my high school. I may be a judge. I’ll find out soon enough.
- Saturday: Bout Day, LSU vs. Auburn
- Sunday: REST. (you realize that this day is Oct 20th… today is Oct 4)
So, I got carried away. I don’t see much room for sleep. Maybe it’s only until Monday, October 15 that I need to worry about. Then again, that’s pre-bout week and I’ll be stressing anyway. My birthday week follows. I’ve already decided I don’t really have time to celebrate this year.
One day at a time, right?
Glossary of terms:
IBIE: International Baking Industry Expo, in Orlando. I designed the booth graphics
Orlando: Where I will be, mostly for work, to train to do more tradeshows.
BERG: Big Easy Rollergirls. My full time leisure activity.
Program: Bane of my existence.
Practice: Depending on the day: Geared up, physical activity from 8-10am or 6:30-8:30 PM