July 11
From my brain
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2007
Me 07:42, 11 July 2007 (EDT)
Didn't get into work as on-time as yesterday, however, still feeling pretty good.
Bonus: zomg! world collapsing! this data iz horrible!!!' /analyze "Nope, not my fault everyone. Electronic transactions from vendors were sent dozens of multiple times, inflating the data."
Woot for data integrity problems that are NOT my fault! :)
Me 19:05, 11 July 2007 (EDT)
Worst Daddy ever.
TheBoy was so excited because he found a wooly bear caterpillar outside. I saw him with it but said to leave it alone. Next thing I know, he's in the house to find a container for it. In the excitement of trying to find something to put it in, I missed a very important fact.
It had fallen on the floor.
In front of the door for the plastic containers.
Yup. I killed it.
I then spent the next half hour trying to find a replacement for it but to no avail. I was forgiven by finding a rather huge image of one and printing it, but for a good period tonight, there was no love for Daddy in the house. (At least not from TheBoy.)
2006
Me 07:16, 11 July 2006 (EDT)
Though my breakfast burrito may get cold, I need to write down this dream before I forget it. I had a dream last night that would have fit nicely into any textbook therapy session.
I had this dream where I was in some sort of a houseboat. I was thinking of it in the dream as if it were a regular boat, and I was just out sailing. TheBoy was there with me and we were making dinner. It went back and forth about what we were going to eat and we finally decided on some fish. I rummaged throught his survival sack we had brought with us and found a few impliments to use (which have all clouded in my head since waking), and then poof the fish was cooked. It was swordfish and TheBoy made a big deal of how neat it was.
Dinner wrapped up and TheBoy wanted to go out on the porch to watch the sunset. I walk out the front door which lead to this sort of breeze way and then opened out. It's then I realize that there is no way at all to steer this thing. It's completely adrift, it's a houseboat, not a sailboat. No sail, no rudder.
The water begins to move a bit more swiftly and I usher TheBoy inside. The house beings to pitch a bit as the waves increase. I look out the window (while TheBoy says something that I really wasn't paying attention too) and see that while before we were in the middle of the ocean, we're now dangerously close to an island of some sort.
As I grasp the feeling in the dream that houseboat is either going to crash very hard into the island or we're going to just barely miss it (yet still adrift)...I wake up.
It wasn't a necessarily jarring dream, but reflective. I'm feeling adrift right now, but not necessarily lacking direction. What direction I have comes from above, and I'm really going with the flow of things, doing what I have to do at the moment.
/still riding the waves
Me 15:32, 11 July 2006 (EDT)
Got my bloodwork results in from the other day:
Triglycerides: 172 (should be < 150...hrm...) HDL: 29 (should be > 35...hrm...) LDL: 102 (should be < 160...woot!) Total cholesterol: 165 (should be < 200...woot!)
Oh, and my testosterone, 217, but that should be over 300.
Short story: Come back in 3 months.
