Jacksonville has gone Super Bowl Crazy (said with the same inflection as 'Wal-Mart Crazy'). Everything is spruced up and nice, there are traffic signs along all the roads directing people to the cruise ships (they brought cruise ships in and parked them along the St. Johns to serve as extra hotels; that's how the city got the bid), and there are a TON of out-of-state drivers. All the Jacksonvillians know where you can speed and where you can't, where lanes shift and/or disappear, etc., but the out-of-towners don't and so they cause a lot of slowdowns. They did yesterday, at least - it seemed like every time I had to blow past someone, the license plate was Maine or Virginia or something random. But after a lot of rushing around, I got my teeth fixed and got my chauffeur's license. That was pretty much my entire yesterday, besides classes and morning swimming.
Speaking of swimming, crazy A (team president) has signed me up for like FIVE events in the meet - two relays (which are fun), a 200 free (scary!), a 50 'Mardi Gras' (nobody knows what in the world it is, but we decided it sounded fun - the meet is in New Orleans), and, quote, 'and there's something else too, I think, but I can't remember it right now.' Nice. LOL. Just don't expect miracles with that 200 free. I'll be happy with just cracking 3 minutes. Wish we had a little longer to prepare. Oh, well, at least our team suits (navy blue with 2 orange alligators) should get here in time. Can't wait for that - my normal suit (which is actually new and a size smaller than I've had in the past) feels absolutely enormous now that I've worn a 32.
Only one more day of work. I was so happy to see J for the last time today - that's this little boy who has (a) the pickiest mother on earth, (b) big loud lungs, and (c) too much body fat - he's barely six months old and he weighs TWENTY-THREE POUNDS. (His brother, who is almost 3, weighs 32 pounds.) Tell me that's not ridiculous! Anyway, his mom is pulling him out (told you she was picky!) and so today was the last day I saw him. Goodbye and good riddance. I will miss my two Ms, though - tiny red-haired M who never cries, and nine-month-old M with enough personality for ten babies. I can't wait till she starts talking - brace yourselves.
Anyway, I have been exhausted this whole week - I haven't gotten enough sleep, due to various things (J-ville trips, exams, and, yeah, the computer) and it's taking its toll. Plus my body is falling apart - not only do I have this stupid knee to contend with, but my glutes are sore for unknown reasons (kicking? biking?) plus I smacked my right hand against the lane rope while sharing a lane during butterfly and it's now bruised and looks like it belongs to a battered housewife. Ah, well, them's the breaks. And the knee is getting better - they gave me a neoprene sleeve (which I also wear while swimming) and although I know its benefit is really more mental than anything - to serve as a 'reminder' of sorts not to hyperextend - it does seem to be helping.
I am now going to stop babbling and go to bed. :)