Molten Boron

2.8 miles today, according to Google Earth. I wonder if it makes up for having slept the rest of the day.

I talked to my last high-school girlfriend for a few hours the other night. We’ve bumped into each other every four or five years, but haven’t really said more than a few words to each other since 1992. It was enlightening, and sort of sad. She knew me before Doom. Before college. Before S. Wisdom [...]

For the last month or so, I’ve had Atox’s old monitor in the back seat of my car. I bought it from him a couple years ago, used it, no longer had a need for it, and loaned it back to him. Helped him move last month, and he didn’t need it anymore, so gave [...]

Walked about two and a half miles Saturday, just after noon. Walked my regular route, then kept going. Went to Mrs. Winners, had some food I probably shouldn’t have, and went back the way I came (the long way around) to avoid the interstate.

9:00 am – Big meeting at work. The boss seems to like metaphors. Our hard work has saved the company’s bacon and it is now after low-hanging fruit for dessert. 10:00 am – Learn that my clumsy salary negotiation actually pissed them off–so that’s why I haven’t heard anything about it in a week. Nerves [...]

My therapist wants me to consider what’s so painful about change. I remember once when I was a kid, about eleven or so, finding myself mourning that I no longer enjoyed the things I did when I was younger. Change is bad. Growth is bad. Movement is bad. Why? Because with change, there is loss. [...]

I ate quite a bit today. I didn’t plan it, or anything, it just sort of happened. Plus, well, working almost fifteen hours and three Dr. Peppers kind of contributed. Random things that flickered through my head over the last 18 hours: I never noticed the linkage between the breaking glass at the beginning of [...]

Sixteen minutes there, eighteen back. I brought a book this time: The 1980 Annual World’s Best SF, edited by Donald Wollheim. I don’t think I’ll bring a book again until it warms up a little. While I’m hot and sweating, my fingers can barely feel to type, even after being indoors again for several minutes.

I sure did totally fail to do anything useful this weekend. Didn’t go to Bill and Pam’s party. I’m not sure why. I drove around Nashville for an hour Saturday night before eating dinner at Arby’s. Didn’t walk anywhere. Too cold, too rainy. I slept most of the weekend. I wonder what I’m doing. What [...]

To the fire hydrant by the overpass and back, same as last time. 14 minutes each way. Lost count of paces because I was thinking about numbers.