Posted 00:00 by Tycho

Aye, tonight was a good one. Last one for a while.

1330 Hours: arrived at Chris's house, after picking up Ron along the way.

Promptly watched several hilarious British comedy series (Spaced, Black Book, and Coupling) while playing Risk.

I was able to commandeer all three cannons on the board on the first turn and consolidate them. And I turtled...and turtled...and turtled some more. Plus I was building up my forces on an undead site, which doubles my defensive viability.

Then lots of delicious food, and a big thank you goes out to the ******** (surname blanked out for safety reasons...can't give too much info out over this, you know).

28 Days Later was a really good movie, everyone should go see it. The "Radical Alternative Ending" was excellent, even if it was acted out using a storyboard.

Then we went back to watching Spaced. Wicked funny show. Must get entire series.

This morning SUCKED. Sure, I was aiming for 42:00...finished in the low 41:00 range...but the race overall was a shitty one for me. Got hit by a crosswind, and I was huffing and puffing and wheezing before even the first mile marker. This led to my feeling like a sword had been rammed in between my chest and my right shoulder. With under a half mile to go (within Veteran's Memorial Stadium), I threw up in front of everyone, and continued on...only to throw up again behind the bleachers...twice. Should have grabbed a 37:00 on the course (great course, relatively flat), but I just couldn't perform today. Yes, I know I'm whining...its possibly the one thing I'm good at. And no, I'm not in a good mood right now. Sort of a sad, empty void/angry feeling right now. Probably because I'm going back to school tomorrow...not looking forward to facing real life again. Its a scary place.

I hate having things in life that I can't control...because I always worry over them and overanalyze things, etc., when I shouldn't. If I can't control it, well, it speaks for itself, and I shouldn't worry about it and just accept it and move on. Easier said than done...easier said than done.

Well, hopefully Russ will be in the mood for some billiards tomorrow, because I feel a severe need for it. I just want to think things out (and pool gives me time to do it) in my life. Things happen, controllable or not, and it all goes by too fast, much too fast. I feel like screaming over it sometimes...I need a short break from life, to catch my breath and make ready for its rigors again. Ah well, I'll make do with what I've got.

Ok, I need sleep...tired + fatigued = me cranky and nonsensical. Good night.

Fare ye well.