Waffle Cakes and Other Messes

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I would like to say that I had good intentions as far as writing goes, and since I did plan to write the post of the Teen Blog today, I suppose at least in some ways I did. I ended up working on the Teen volunteer schedule for most of the free time I did have. It also didn’t help that I ended up having very little free time. I had a meeting with Jonita at 10 that didn’t end until almost 11 when I had to be on the desk for two hours. We were crazy busy so it was hard to get anything done then. After that I had a lunch. I suppose I could’ve written then, but I was really into the book I was in the middle of listening to during the drives around and for part of my workout this morning. And I just wasn’t there mentally either. I was pretty tired, the day had been crazy already and I still had a big program to do---one where Jonathan and I would be trying something new out with who knew what random teens or how many--and another hour at the desk. I felt a little too fried to concentrate on anything in particular. And then my lunch got cut short when Satvik came looking for stuff for the program in the break room and couldn’t find what he needed. Turned out we didn’t have what we needed so we had to improvise. The program was a disaster in some ways, but quite of bit of fun anyway, so I suppose it mostly worked out.

Still, we ended up going over the time by almost forty minutes and by the time I got enough cleaned up, I only had a few more minutes before I was supposed to be back at the desk. Now, the desk was steady, but because Karina was there, we ended up talking. That’s just how it is. And honestly, with the drama on the sidelines (nothing that really has to do with me, and not really something that is likely to affect me much) and the program being a little more ridiculous than we intended, and the overwhelming sugar rush, post Kitchen Chemistry project, I wasn’t likely to be able to do anything. I spent the rest of my work night trying to clean up the waffle iron.

I’m so tired I’m sliding sideways in my chair. I can’t even hold myself up.