I walked in my front door this afternoon two steps ahead of a deluge. The thunder claps clapping right over the roof of my building. A world in turmoil, but I'm finally done with this hell week of work. Monday, everything goes back to normal. I'm happy - no major crises, no getting the truck stuck somewhere, no missed jobs or major mistakes. I ( Read more... )

I guess I should thank danroth and afdmt. For a while there, I actually felt alive. Not quite human, perhaps, but alive.

A little update here, a little update there...
Some things in my life, in no particular order.

1. I told my dad that afdmt and I "had a row" and no, I didn't want to talk about. How simple it all is, to keep people in the dark. She comes back today. I don't know what to do ( Read more... )

I had an on-campus interview today for Lincoln Labs which is located in lovely Lexington, MA.  Oh, I want to be an Easterner again.  I want to revel in my Yankee heritage and row on the Charles and experience a real Autumn where the leaves turn red and orange and yellow and brown and fall down and then it stays cold until Spring.  To quote ( Read more... )

pirate_chica has called me to task for being jealous of her. Her comments are valid and they got me to thinking, as all good arguments should.

The first thing I want to say is that the comment I made previously about being jealous of afdmt's time with other friends was a simplification. I was trying to get at an emotion in an expedient way and felt that was ( Read more... )

OK, so I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I've always been jealous of afdmt's affections. I just didn't realize that my feelings were warranted. I don't want to be just another burden to her. And here I thought she spent less time with me than with her other friends because it seems like I don't need to be taken care of. That's another thought ( Read more... )

Eschel came by unexpectedly to whisk me off to the cheapy theater to see what was playing.  Turns out the theater is very, very closed.  The marquee empty, the lobby in disrepair.  I had thought vaguely, on the way down, that I could call Kiran, have him join us there.  A part of me wants to treat him as if he were a friend, had always been a ( Read more... )