the clueless american

Here I am at 40. I can hardly believe it.

The last photo from my apartment! My bags are packed and I’m ready to get home to my family. It’s going to be hard to sleep, but like with Christmas it will make the night go faster. One more day!

After what seems like an eternity away from home, I’m down to just 9 days. I can’t wait!

Got my second paper done today, so now I have fewer papers due than I have days left. Plus, Tuesday’s a holiday so if I buckle down and actually work that day I have a slim chance of finishing. Now that the Embassy has a gym I can do my workouts during the day and have no excuse not to work on papers at night. If I do one a day after work and two on the 3 days off I have left, I might just get to Little Rock with an MBA on my record.

After a long break, I got off my keister and started working on my Master’s class again. It’s been about a month since I requested the extension until September 25th, but other than some reading I really haven’t worked on it at all in that month. It’s embarrassing what a procrastinator I am, but there’s no point to keep it hidden. I’ve been telling everyone my MBA would be done when I return, and now everyone will ask about it and find out differently. I will do my best to finish it in the next 11 days before I leave, but no promises.

I just got back from watching the game at Buffalo Wings, which is not at all a copy of Buffalo Wild Wings with the same logo and all. It was the kind of final game you like to see, no matter who wins. My throat is sore from cheering them on.

I just got back from the airport where I forgot to bring my stupid camera. Too bad because the crew let me see the inside of their Gulfstream V. Very nice! One of the guys took a picture with his camera and said he’d email it to me. I’ll come back and add it when he sends it to me.