July 7th, 2005

james t. kirk - reflective

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I wanted so much to write about work this morning but a) reading about other people's work is boring, so I'd be writing it only for myself and b) it would take forever which would keep me from, well, working. But we're no longer attending the Planning Board meeting tonight that we were going to attend. And there's no meeting in August so we're not on until September. Theoretically I guess that sucks -- it sucks for the client that it's taking so long, and I would like to get a little freaking closure or something (our first submission was in DECEMBER, people, December and we have yet to go in front of the board) but it also means that there will be no rush. Well, haha, I'll still be rushing to get it in on time sometime in August, I'll bet, but I don't forsee another 2:30am evening any time soon. So that's good. I can make revisions in peace.

I'm really, really tired. I took a 15 minute nap at lunch. Last night I inflated my new air mattress to check it out (it is SO COOL. It is 1000x better than my old crappy Coleman. I am so grateful to Michelle for recommending it to me) and then fell asleep on it for a bit. Not as awesome as my real bed, but far more comfortable than my couch. At 5am I went to bed properly. This morning I had a bad dream. I was somewhere, we were somewhere, some camp or something. We were set up in bunk beds in dorms. I was in a room with Jeff and Chris and someone else that we knew and I had found something out that was fishy and I needed to tell Jeff, but he was talking to someone or something and I was just waiting around for him to get free, waiting around. It was a bad dream because I was getting increasingly agitated about not being able to discuss this THING with Jeff (I can't remember what it is now) and the situation seemed to get more dire. Then this guy wandered by, this kid from my old high school and it's very odd because I didn't even know this kid very well in real life, he was the grade above me and not my friend, but one of those friendly charming cute preppy types (he's probably a politician somewhere now) who put his arm around you in chemistry class, just to be charming, but I never liked him or anything, he has no significance to me. I can't even remember his name. Maybe Brian Something. Something with a P.

I might go up to see my parents this weekend. I haven't seen them since May.