The blog is the bane of my existence

For the first time my alarm was a happy sound on Thursday morning. I had gotten my first full night's sleep upon awaking at noon. Once up, I noticed that Stacey still had not gotten out of bed. After getting dressed and ready, she told me that she wasn't feeling well. She was really nauseous. I wondered if it was something that she had eaten, but she just wasn't sure. Poor thing, she looked miserable. I had to go to class and I felt terrible leaving her, but I had to. She just needed to rest, anyways. I walked to the center, first, where I did a quick email check before heading to class. Again, Lope was boring. Then I came back to the center and ate my lunch and went online. The center was strangely empty which I believe may have had something to do with people starting to study. Then I had Teatro which was pretty fun. He had volunteers come up and read a long scene and Lauren, from our program, went up! The first American to read in front of the class! Good for her, and she did an awesome job. It was comforting, maybe one day I'll get up there. After class I went back to the center and went online some more. I had some intense blogging to get done and it was really stressing me out. Serves me right for putting it off during Feria. I really had to get caught up with my blog so that I could concentrate on homework, so it was crucial that I finish it. I then had Iconografia at 6, and on the way out Luisa stopped me wondering where Stacey was. I told her that she was sick and she looked all concerned and told me to take her to the clinic. I told her that she was just nauseous and that it was nothing to worry about. What is it with Luis and her hypochondriasis towards the students? I realized on the way out that Stacey actually hadn't been to the center all week, so I could understand her concern. It was weird going to Iconografia...I hadn't been there since the week before Semana Santa, and we only had one class that week anyways. Therefore, I only had one Iconografia class during the month of April. Crazy Spanish University system, I tell ya. Gotta love it. It was funny being in class because I felt like I hadn't seen my classmates in ages. Jesus (the prof.) showed up at around 6:20 as usual. Lecture was pretty brief, we ended a little before 7. I had forgotten how hard he is to follow. We started learning about the iconography of the Virgin Mary. It was a bit jumbly, but now that I have tutoria I have learned that Jesus tends to go off on useless tangents and not to worry about it and stick to the basics which we review extensively in tutoria. So nooooo worries. After class I headed straight home and went straight for the computer. When I got there Stacey was cleaning up in her running clothes. It was about 7:15 and she had just gotten out of bed! Oy vey. She was feeling a bit better and thought that maybe the fresh air would help. Did I mention that Thursday was an absolutely gorgeous day? It was sunny and clear and in the 70's. Perfect. Anyways, she left to take a run or something, and I parked myself in front of the computer starting at 8 and didn't leave until dinner at 9:30. Dinner was not bad: really good cabbage soup, cheeseburgers (she makes a pretty good burger--they're thin and have herbs in them), and strawberry batido for dessert. Quite filling. We finished eating a bit before ten and I returned to my computer to blog and didn't get up until I finished at 2:30am. I kid you not. My fingers were so stiff and killing me in the end. How is it that my blog has become more stressful and more work than my actual schoolwork? Huh? I was actually almost done with writing about my Sunday in Lagos at about 1 when I accidentally clicked quit instead of save and I lost the entire blog. I had already been blogging for so long and was in pain and stressed that this made me want to throw my computer out the window. I had not been so angry. I wanted to slam doors and punch a hole in the wall. I had to leave the room to go punch the couch pillows for a good couple of minutes. It didn't help. I had to literally force myself to re-write the entire thing. An entire hour's worth of work down the tube. I tell ya, this blog has recently become the bane of my existence. But again, it's my fault for getting behind. I just needed to stay up and finish Lagos so that I could write about the rest the next night. I HAD to get caught up this week before going to Malaga for the weekend on Saturday. I have to buckle down and study 24/7 starting next week, and this blog cannot take up my time like it had been. So I finished writing about Lagos by 2:30. Exhausted and angry I got ready for bed and passed out a little bit before 3. Oy vey.