Tycho

Posted 23:05 by Tycho

Good evening all.

First, I'd like to admit that I fucked up. I wasn't having a good time, and spoiled the time for everyone else, too. Way to go, Matt. Not cool.

Last few days were ok. Took a couple days off this week from running because my legs were getting ripped up a bit (by the way, my hip gave out tonight). Went out yesterday for a 3.5 miler and did it at a 6:44 pace. Awesome. Did a 7:04 pace and 6:44 pace in the days before. Tomorrow will probably be a 7 miler, though I might cut it back to 5 depending on the heat and humidity. We'll see. Either way, it will be good.

Today was yet another long and tedious day at work, and was looking forward to going out tonight. Every time I changed something in the program at work, I'd have to save it, then reload it, which takes the better part of an hour. If I make a mistake, have reload it all over again. The reason why its bad is because both my manager and I have been working on this *single* part for the past week or so. Extremely frustrating at times, but definitely was a good project, as it was quite challenging! Good news is that I finally got it to work properly today. Monday I need to start on another part (yay!). I haven't been able to make it down to the machine shop for a couple days, and so haven't been able to enjoy playing with the big toys. I also accidently "stole" my co-worker's timecard today due to a miscommunication. I'm lucky I survived!

Got out of work, didn't have time to go running, and got picked up by Chris. Got everyone else, went to Boston Beer Works and played pool. Night started out pretty good, but then went downhill. Its kind of insulting when someone talks to all the other people individually for long periods of time, but when they talk to you, they keep it to as short a time as possible. Am I that uninteresting/disliked? And so I just withdrew and kept to myself for the rest of the night, as that bothered me. No wonder some might believe I never have any fun. I wish that I wouldn't be stupid and be my normal self in such cases--you know, the hyper, on the bounce, excited, a ball of energy, out to have fun, and to make sure everyone else has fun, too. That's the real me, but I haven't been showing it lately.

No surprise she asked to just stay friends. I wonder if she remembers the real me. Doesn't matter anymore, I guess. I'll admit it hurts. Unfortunately, in this world, second chances are few and far between.

I do feel ashamed for throwing a pity party (the invitations are in the mail), especially on the 60th anniversary of the detonation of an atomic bomb over Hiroshima (and in three days, Nagasaki). May the souls of those who died rest in peace, and may the scarred survivors find peace within themselves, as well as forgive us for the horror that we unleashed upon them. Thank God weapons as destructive as those have not been used since.

Also, I pray that the Russian submariners will be rescued, safe and sound. I'm hoping that their oxygen will hold out longer than expected. I am afraid that it will turn out like the Kursk...but there is always hope, and I will continue to hold out hope for them. I was very glad to hear of rescue craft towing it, and that the US and Britain are rushing their own rescue craft (though no one is sure if the one from the US will make it in time to help save the sailors).

Right now I'm tired, so I shall be heading off to bed. I pray that you all have a safe night. Fare ye well, and may you find good fortune.

They don't care if you die or not--dying is part of our trade. They do, however, care a great deal about how you die--it must be on the bounce, and still trying.

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