June 12th, 2003


Here's an odd thought...

... a while ago (last week, to be truthful) I was sitting at work, bored out of my mind and considering how best to occupy my time. One of the things that came into my head was to put an open poll in my journal and let people ask me a question that I'd answer honestly, no matter how painfully personal it might be. I was under no impression that this was an original idea, but it did seem like a fun way to pass the time. One benefit I saw to the exercise was that I might get a question that would challenge me. I have no idea what sort of question about myself would actually make me stop and think -- but I could hope, right?

Then I noticed about seven other people on my friends list were doing or had just done the same thing. So much for that idea! Now I'm searching for something else to do with the journal. I'm going to have a lot of boring spare time next week, since I'm on call again.

Yesterday I did the work thing, came home and watched some TV. After a while I decided I'd like to get dinner but didn't feel like doing anything under my own power, so enveri and I went up to our favorite restaurant (if you guessed BD's, you guessed correctly) and had dinner. Sara was once again serving; unfortunately it was a very busy night at the restaurant so we didn't get a lot of time to talk. While I was digesting my meal and idly sipping my soda I saw a young girl there, standing by the bar completely unsupervised. The reason this kid caught my attention was because she was all of maybe eight or so years old and dressed in a manner that I personally thought was completely inappropriate for a girl of her age. I guess if I ever have children I'm going to be one of those "unpopular" parents because I won't let my kid completely dictate their wardrobe. $130 sneakers with the latest major athlete's endorsement? Guess again... I won't even spend $40 on a pair of sneakers if I can help it. I just can't understand paying that much money for a pair of shoes.

After dinner I spent forty-five minutes practicing on the bass (I must get some new material! Maybe tonight I'll go grab some tabs off the 'web for a couple of Neil Young tunes. I know I can get tabulature to "Cinnamon Girl."). After the practice I changed clothes and got on the treadmill. I didn't want to walk a full hour, but didn't want to slack off too much either. I settled on 30 minutes at four m.p.h. and called it good. I was rather impressed with myself, I managed to get through it without any real problem, although I did burn through both bottles of water in a pretty short time. I'm definately feeling the added .5 mph today in my calves.

I had backed Ra off his medicine entirely, and seemed to be doing really well. Unfortunately when I got home yesterday there was a pile of his cat food resting by the main door, so I decided it's back onto the Prednisone for him. Poor little bugger, I'd really like to keep him from being on medication for the rest of his life, but it seems like the minute I wean him from it he relapses.

I need to call my parents tonight and check in on Priscilla's condition. Given how grave things were earlier I'm working under the assumption that no news, in this case, means good news. If she'd gotten worse I have no doubt they would have called so that I could start making plans to take a leave of absence from work. Since that's not happened I'm wagering her condition has improved at least a little. I should get confirmation of that tonight, if I can reach my folks.

Tomorrow I must mail out Father's Day cards to my grandfather and my father. I know they won't get there in time (they might have if I had mailed them out today, darn it!) but I'd like to know I at least made some marginal effort. I'm very bad with cards.

I saw the world thrashing all around your face
  • Current Music
    Neil Young - Distant Camera

Bizzare observations at 2234 hours...

  • You have not lived until you've had your mother on the other end of a cell phone when you scream at the top of your lungs, "Jesus Christ, don't puke on the wall, you stupid cat!" You guessed it, Ra decided to sick up his dinner while I was trying to have a conversation with my mom. I think it goes without saying that I told her I'd call them back tomorrow since I had a minor pet emergency to deal with. I swear there's some hack in Hollywood who writes the scripts for some sort of dark comedy, and the Universe feels compelled to turn them into my life. I mean seriously, does anybody else on the planet own a projectile-vomiting cat?

  • Tomorrow is the Staff Meeting of Pain. Two hours in a locked room with AC and the other insane coworkers I have on my team. DR, my supervisor (the sane coworker whom I have an excellent rapport with) will be out tomorrow so I'll have nobody to turn to for support when the craziness gets out of hand.

  • I'm thinking of trying to have a sit-down with a manager who's been making snarky comments about me ever since Sunday morning's debacle with the DBA. I'm not sure if I should try or not, because I'm not sure I'd be able to avoid getting confrontational and I'm even less sure what I could accomplish or what I'm hoping to accomplish. I guess I just value that manager's opinion, and want to make things right again with him. Yay indecision.

  • Despite my earlier predictions I put in 65 minutes on the treadmill tonight, and appear to have twinged my ankle a bit.

  • I get paid tomorrow, this is a good thing. I think I'll make minimum payments to the outstanding card so that I can stash a bit more cash into savings this month.

  • I'm looking forward to shooting pool at Bumpers tomorrow night. I'm not so sure I'm looking forward to dinner at the Continental, because I crave eggs, and the eggs there are so darn hit-or-miss. Usually it's miss, much to my chagrin.

  • I went out for lunch today with DR, DP and RW. We went to the Kopper Kitchen, a place I've mentioned before. I had really good scrambled eggs today for lunch, along with some really good ham.

  • I greatly miss seeing that special somebody online. She's been absent for about two weeks now because of a number of reasons. I hope she's taking care of herself and knows that she's missed quite a lot, and quite often.

    Take my advice, don't listen to me
    • Current Music
      Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Changing Highways