Tonight, badminton (!) was the sport of choice in the gym. I needed some exercise, so I decided to pick up a racket for the first time since high school. Biiiiiiiig mistake. It was fun, but I didn’t stretch (I figured it would be some people doinking it back and forth, but there were lots of other people who’d played competitively before) and I played for over an hour. Three doubles matches (we won 2) and two singles (I won both). It was good to get a good sweat going, and I’m not that tired, but my muscles are gonna be sore from lunging and shit.

Jesus, I’m out of shape. But at least I have more power now than I had when I was 145 pounds…

So the Heat lost. Too bad; I’d liked to have seen them win the whole thing, just to rub Kobe’s face in it, but I guess it’s good for Detroit to prove they’e not just a fluke.

Today’s looking like another roaring good time. I’ll say this for the class: it goes quickly. She doesn’t slow down much, and we’re always pounding away (I killed about twenty pieces of paper yesterday), so by the time you think to look at the clock it’s nearly lunch.

Hmmm…I suspect one of those “pancakes” I just ate was Che reincarnate, as it seems there’s guerrilla warfare being waged in my stomach. Ugh.

…the only thing keeping me sane right now is Explosions In The Sky. Especially “Memorial”.

The food’s already beginning to wear on us. It’s amazing how many days in a row you can serve some “chicken” in some guise or another. To piss us off even more, we discover that there was some sort of carefully hidden made-to-order hamburger option, but we (unaware) ate the pork and the very alarming bowtie pasta.

Today was revenue recognition, inventory, bonds and something else I don’t quite remember. I shall find out soon, once the “homework” commences. I shall do as much as I can; I’d like to watch game 7 between detroit and Miami tonight. Furthermore, it’s killing me that there’s a full-fledged basketball game going on in the gym right now, and I’m at my desk about to start on FIFO and LIFO.

Like the brownies weren’t enough…they’ve brought back the ice cream!

Just to torture us a little more, the weather is supposed to be warm and primarily sunny for the rest of the week. Out my window I can see the courtyard grass and big comfy lawn chairs, not to mention the empty gym (where last night I managed to sneak in a little solo hoops, at least). Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

Day 1 down. Just finished a bunch of work. Now, to hit the shower and then the bar.

Oy. She moves fast! The accounting prof obviously zips right along, so this won’t be the easiest week I’ve ever spent. Bad news I’ve noticed so far:

1. I’m still not familiar enough with accounting for it to be automatic. The feelings of stupidity have begun. Those of you who know me will understand that this is not my happy place.
2. The pass mark for the exam (and therefore the course) is 70%. Seriously.
3. They’re putting those two-bite brownies out in the snack areas in the afternoon. Son. Of. A. Bitch.
4. There are pasty guys tanning in the courtyard outside my room. Those of you who know me will understand that this too is not my happy place.

Well, I’m here. Checked in, unpacked, set up, kitted out, ready for business. Or learning, as it were.

I hated leaving this morning. Not because of Nellie this time; she has her mom to keep her company this week. But because somehow — I wasn’t in the room to see it — one of the cats got hurt last night. He’s limping around; we think his brother hurt him during one of their fights. He’ll be fine; I just felt like a heel leaving without knowing he’s ok. I can only imagine what that’s like for parents with kids.

Twelve hours from now I’ll be on way to my course, so my blogging will be spotty for the next six days.

Talk amongst yourselves.