It's Friday

And thank goodness for that. Another day of work this week and I may have gone completely mental.

MORE completely mental, at least. Anyway, I'm glad my friends are coming down tomorrow... that'll be fun.

Two issues with this weekend: First, I'm a little uncomfortable with Margaret... she's taken me to meet her friends, and yet I'm hesitant to return the favour. For some reason, I just don't want her to meet the guys. Which sucks... I mean, she's fun and all, for sure... but I'm not exactly convinced she'd fit in. Of course, that's not really why I don't want them to meet... it's more that I'm convinced she'll embarass me.

Pride is an awful, awful thing... ah well. A little longer, just to make sure that she won't (or, perhaps, to get comfortable enough around her that it doesn't MATTER if she does or not). Then she can meet all of my friends if she wants.

Second, I'm supposed to go down to Hamilton this weekend to visit with Heather. And it's not that I don't like seeing Heather... I do. But the Heather-Paul combination...

I like Paul. He's a good guy, and I really think he wants to make Heather happy. They... well, I can't quite say "They deserve each other" because I think Heather deserves better, but she's happy with him and that's good enough for me. But I miss Heather... not this combined creature. But I suppose the Heather I knew is probably gone... one way or the other (if things continue to go awesome, then she'll never need to resurface, and if stuff blows up she'll be a very different woman regardless).
Anyway, I'll probably bite the bullet and go anyway... Heather's had a lot of problems with friends that ditch her for one stupid reason or another and I don't mind making small sacrifices if it makes people happy. Just the kind of moron I am.

But tomorrow will be fun! Board games, vids, and more board games... I do love gaming weekends. It'll be rough once Bill moves to Ottawa or wherever the hell he's going... hopefully it's not so far that we can't get together occasionally (like Gabe in Australia... that rat-bastard).

They're gone.

Well, that did it. The Europeans signed for the instrument, everybody's happy, the company lives for another few months, at least.

Whee.


I normally love Spring. I have a gut feeling that this WILL be a good Spring... but it hasn't started yet. I mean, officially, yes, Spring has started. But Spring-proper... no such luck.

Bonnie wrote my back last night... that was unexpected. And nice... I still get butterflies in my stomach when I think about her. She's probably right, it never woulda worked between us... she's far more "with it" than I am, and definitely more mature. Sad that I know that... ah well. I suppose it lets me hit on the really cute waitresses I meet (Ginny and Nicole... although I'm getting the feeling that Nicole is very, very young... like, 20, which is too young for me). Not really a plus side, though... I still spend more time daydream about Bonnie than anyone else. Probably spend more time daydreaming about her than everyone else combined... which is really just sad.


Ah well. Whacha gonna do, really? Gotta grow up, first.

Speaking of which, I should probably go say good morning to my father and then get down to brass tacks... oh joy, oh bliss.

And another day rolls in.

Well, I had one of the most messed up dreams in recent memory last night. Which is freaky for two primary reasons:
1. I almost never remember my dreams... the fact that I remember anything from it at all was pretty freaky for me.
2. It was messed up... like, ex-girlfriends, their new boyfriends, my old home town, wandering around a park, a party in a room without a ceiling... very, very strange.
I wrote it down quickly in a couple e-mails to Chantal and Bon... just to see if there's anything behind the random neurons firing in my head. I doubt it, but whatever...


I wish I could remember more of my dreams. Ah well... I think the last one that lodged in my brain was over... eight months ago? Maybe longer, even... long time.

The ESA people will be leaving today... hopefully after accepting the project and leaving a cheque (we can always dream, right?). Everything seems to be up to snuff, which is nice... probably another relatively long day for me, but them's the breaks. And then tomorrow will be insanely busy as I try to push everything out the door in time for the end of the month.


Ah well. On the bright side, payday is on Friday... pay off a few more debts, start saving for Japan.

And suddenly the air smells like candy. Strange.

A'ight... well, time to pretend to earn my paycheck, I guess!

It continues...

Yep. This is the day that will never end...


Well, that's not strictly true. The only the way a day would never end is if you approached a very reasonable approximation of the speed of light... then time would technically stop (since the time it would require for light to reach your eyes would be infinite, therefore your perception of anything "happening" would never occur, blah blah blah). But it does feel unbelievably long. It's only 2pm, people! Another 6 hours at work, probably...


Ah well. Could be worse, I'm told.

I miss the gym. Well, more accurately, I miss being in shape (I don't think I've ever actually missed the gym... it's more of a step towards a goal, I suppose). Lunch was okay... a lot of long silences, but that's okay (most physicists are not very social creatures, as you can probably imagine). But still made me feel heavy... didn't eat that much, it just felt like it. But I can start working out again soon... and that's something I'm looking forward to.

Unlike the rest of my day at work here. Not looking forward to THIS, at all.


Ooh, that reminds me... I should change that "Google" link to something else... dunno what, though. Errant Story has been pretty solid... hmmm... well, I'll think about it.

Hard Day's Night.

Well, today's the first of "the" days... the Europeans from ESA are here to finish the acceptance of their multi-million-dollar project. Kinda sink or swim time for the company I work for... although for me it means standing around with my hands in my pocket trying very hard not to look more bored than normal while a bunch of scientists I couldn't give two damns about babble about stability and uniformity and sensitivity and lord only knows what else.

I'm really in the wrong line of work.

No, I'm serious... I hate this crap. I honestly don't get what my father (also a physicist, of course) sees in this stuff... it's so boring...


Ah well. At least I can practice my French a little... my Japanese practice is coming along pretty nicely, in the grand scheme of things. Starting to work on the easy kanji again... although I didn't realize there were so many pronounciations for them (for example, the number "one" can be pronounced "hito" or "ichi"... and there are a lot of sub-voiced "tsu"s that I can't account for just yet... maybe it's a regional thing?). I still have to figure out how to make $10,000 by July so I can go to Japan... I have about $4,000 figured, but that still leaves me half-out. Gotta start thinking about that more.

Of course, no such work will be completed until the French leave on Wednesday. I sorta hope everything goes okay. Only time will tell...

Dun-dun-dun!

All things start somewhere.

So, here it is I suppose. First post on this new-fangled "interweb" I keep hearing about. Fancy.


Strangely vacant... although I suppose "strangley" isn't really an appropriate title. Since I haven't told anybody about this place I would be somewhat stunned if anyone was reading it (with the exception of the occasional co-worker reading over my shoulder... but they don't count).

Co-worker? Ye gods... am I posting from work? Have I gone mad with power?

No, not really... remarkably dull job, and I wanted something to pass the time that didn't look TOO obviously like goofing off. Sad, yes? Ah well... such is life.

On the positive side, having a boring-ass job means that I can probably keep this pretty up-to-date (for whatever that's worth). And I'm hoping it'll eventually teach me a few things about how my brain ticks... since I'm not writing for an audience (hence the "not telling anyone about this blog" mentioned earlier), I can just kinda let my words come brain to page. Hopefully without the multiple colourful layers of filtering I normally use in my day to day e-mails, phone-calls and other assorted communication-y thingies.

Yes, I said "thingies". Sue me.

Anyway, I think this is enough for a start... gotta plant the flag, I suppose. I hereby claim this land in the name of... me. Huzzah.

Random Quotation of the moment: "And we shall call this land... our land."
"I think we should call it... your grave!"
"Argh! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!"