Yeah, That Happened.

Hi guys! I've been intensely busy with a bazillion things and I'm so used to rushing around day after day that I literally don't know what to do with myself now that I have the weekend and I don't have a million errands to run or EMT class to go to or working for my prof to clean slides and whatnot. It's actually dangerous to have so much time to think about things.

Here's a prime example:

I woke up this morning and texted good morning to my girlfriend. She didn't respond, but this is standard procedure since I figured she'd sleep until 12:00 or so. I made myself a leisurely breakfast of eggs in a basket. It's quite literally the only thing I can reliably make. Even then I burned the edges of one of them. But it was still delicious, so there you are. I then judiciously decided to do my laundry because, upon occasion I rather enjoy pretending that I'm actually an adult. So anyway, I packed up my EMT book to study while I waited for my clothes to be done, dragged my hamper, detergent, and dryer sheets (with lavender) to the laundromat and got all my stuff into the wash. Then I sat down and opened my book, determined to study like a good little student instead of assuming (as I usually do) that I know everything already (which I do. Probably. Like 80% or the material, maybe. Whatever, I have Monday to study, too.) I was about a chapter in when I realized it was 1:00 and my girlfriend had yet to respond. How unlike her, I thought. I played around on Restaurant Story (my Seafood Paella had another two hours to go) and then went back to my book. At 1:20, after reviewing the scope of duty of a basic EMT, I put the book down again. I was remembered a story one of our instructors had told us last Thursday about a man who had gone into severe respiratory distress in the night and nobody had found him until after he was long dead.

Then the thought struck me: ... What if my girlfriend's dead? And nobody knows it because she sleeps with her door closed and it's Sunday so her mother and brother might just think she's sleeping in but then what if she's actually suffocating orsomethingandOhGod,Ihavetocallherrightnowtofindoutorelseshemightdieandisitpossibletosendanambulancetoherhouseeventhoughweliveindifferentcounties?

So I called her and woke her out of a very sound sleep just to make sure she wasn't dead.

She wasn't.

My conclusion is that I need something else to pass the time or else I'll be calling her every five minutes to make sure she's not dead. And when I'm not doing that, I'll be worrying about how my heart will probably explode because I'm pre-hypertensive. I'm just anxious like that. Please don't judge me (much).

Anyway, I decided that a healthy outlet would be to get a tumblr and do as many sit-ups as I could until I got tired.

TLDR: I got a tumblr: o-ohhai.tumblr.com

I also don't know how to use it, so... Help?

But really, the reason I have a deviantART account is to write poetry, right? I'm very sorry to say that I don't have any for you all (assuming anybody reads this and you haven't all lost patience with my utter lack of new poetry). It's very hard to write when I'm so happy. I don't think I quite have the words to say how I feel. It's harder, I think, to write when you're happy. Everything I try comes out so sugary that I'm afraid some of you might collapse in an insulin-induced coma.

But there you are.