Today has to be the best monday in a long time. Nine hours came and went at work today before I knew it. I got there at eight, blinked my eyes and it was almost lunch time already. I went downstairs for the rest of the day to document matlab stuff so that sucked, and time went slowly but still not that bad. The most amazing part is I didn’t have any coffee this morning and lived to tell about it. I mean, I was responsive and stuff. I yawned a bit, but that was boredom more than sleepiness. Yes, I will pat myself on the back thank you. ^_^
More pertinent to this post’s topic, I’m starting to get back into some sort of exercise routine. I think two mondays in a row is a start, ok? Besides I can tell I’ve improved a bit since I went last week. I don’t feel nearly as exhausted or sore. Sitting on the couch for two hours after my workout may have cancelled things out, but I still feel good.
Well two evenings of smashing and bashing fun has done me good. Video games don’t heal all wounds, but they do a good job of cauterizing them. They also give me a false sense of accomplishment. ^_^
Well, Captain Bringdown (aka John) has succeeded in turning his blog into a dark realm where he comes to cry. Pull yourself together, man! I became a co-author to have fun typing about sports, video games, what happened on Sex and the City, and other manly things. I didn’t realize I was becoming part of your support group for losers carrying a torch. I apologize if this sounds harsh, but I’m just telling you what I told that sweet Kournikova girl. I mean, come on, you’re only one step away from having pictures of puppies and unicorns on here accompanied by mass e-mails that say stuff like “Don’t frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile”. I sincerely hope that the fishing trip restores your masculinity. Unfortunately, I’m not going because I didn’t sign off from work in time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to watch Terms of Endearment and devour some ice cream.
I’m not really proud of that last post, but I’m leaving it up because it’s the best I can do to express my feelings right now. I don’t say much with my rambling there, but there’s not much to say. It’s basically a mini sob story of unrequited love. I know we won’t ever be more than friends, and I’m not to the point where I can live with that realization. Umm…soooo *jedi mind trick* This isn’t the post you are looking for.
Moving away from that very uncomfortable topic, I leave in less than a week for t3h annual fishing trip! w00t!
Love is a game where you don’t know the rules…it’s worse than “I win” or Ghost Recon. I just simply don’t stand a chance. I keep getting drawn in and brushed away. I get a few hugs last night at Megan’s party–which was kick ass–and, like always, I was on cloud nine (well the beer helped, too). It all goes downhill from there. I can’t get her out of my head, from dreaming about her last night — vividly dreaming, I can’t be sure what was a dream and what actually happened at the party– and humming and hawing about calling her all day today, actually calling her cell and her not answering, I’m a wreck. It’s pathetic and I’m sorry if you were looking for an amusing post, but it’s something I just had to get out. I’ll try to hide it all in from now on.
Heh, Allen can’t post to his site. Loser 
Well there’s basically an open invitation to all of my WSU friends to come over here this weekend sometime for some locally networked gaming. I hope to have some ppl make it over here and get them hooked on winbolo. Yeah, I’ve got bolo on the brain once again. Pillz, tanks, bases, looting, hoarding, lgm’s, etc. I wish I could get into the online scene, but there’s too much lag for me and if you can’t taunt other players in person, what’s the point?
Well, I’m sending myself to bed early tonight. Like, now. I’m tired already. I’ve been tired all day. Yeah, it IS extremely early, but it’s got to be done even though I’m disgusted with myself by how early I’m going to bed. I keep calling myself a wus and an old man. But I’m so sleep deprived that I can’t wait till the weekend when I can go to bed late and get up late like a college student should. Plus my body’s still fighting this waking up at 7AM bullsh*t.
