Calm before the storm

People are starting to arrive for the Mundial. Everyone at the academy is cranky, most people because they are trying to cut weight. I don't have that excuse, but I'm cranky anyway. My parents arrive tomorrow. It's rainy, which is rare for LA. The brackets are up, as is the schedule. I compete on Saturday, both in my weight class and the open, and if I make it to the final, I also compete on Sunday. I haven't made time to work on my proposal this week, which bothers me. I will try to work on it for an hour tonight after class and a trip to the airport. I have to fold some laundry and otherwise straighten up. I set aside two clean gis and sets of stuff to wear under the gis. I have to see if someone has printed out the directions to the event or if I have to do it myself. (You'd think I'd remember by now how to get to the Pyramid at CSU Long Beach, but I don't.) I am weary and nervous and excited and feeling the "dress rehearsal" blues. Let's hope that means a good performance.

I am really, REALLY trying to remember what normal people do with their weekends. I can't, for the life of me.