Some days, I want to strap a hoplon¹ on my left arm, grasp a footman's spear in my right hand, go out to a crowded place and just start spearing people. Is that entirely wrong? I know it's a vestigial and wrong-headed male reaction to fear and trouble, the desire to go out and kill and destroy in retaliation. And to all those people who would espouse that thought, when I do flip out and start spearing people, you're going to be the first ones to taste my wrath. You might as well just say that I'm wrong for being a man. Oh, well, at least I'm not white...

Welsh Girl is sick. She's got something that is giving her cramps and making her throw up food. :( Maybe it's related to bad fruit, maybe it's not. Who knows? What I do know is that it was difficult to break the news to her when she needs some comfort herself. I took her some Pepto Bismol and grabbed some sammich fixins² for myself along with some cinnamon rolls (for me because they're a comfort food) and ice cream (for her since it's a way of life) and went to her place. I regret that I skipped running a little, but I'll get back to that in a bit. We spent the evening watching a little TV and then early off to bed. We had to switch sides since she wanted to be on the outside in case she had to go the bathroom in a hurry or something. It was, of course, quite strange to be sleeping on the "wrong" side of the bed but it's probably the earliest I've been to bed in a month or more.

She feels really bad about being sick, especially since it's interfering with her last month of school. She didn't want to miss any classes this month. Well, I guess that pooch has been screwed. And she better be alright by tomorrow since we're leaving for East Texas tomorrow afternoon. There's already not really going to be any time to grab munchies before hand. I guess we'll just have to stop somewhere on the way out.

So, my best friend and I have been running for the last two weeks schedule permitting. The first time, it was a lot to even go 6 blocks. Tuesday we ran about a mile and a half with about a mile and a half of walking thrown in for good measure. It seems that my body is remembering things like how to stride and move. With a few pointers and breathing tips, I'm actually getting somewhere. I should start working on some groin stretches because at this point that's slowing down my stride. By the end of the month I'll probably be back to 2 miles in a decent time (<17 minutes) and then the real running will begin. I'll probably take the running shoes out to East Texas and get in a run somewhere in there.

Hey! Houston Infidels! Just out of curiosity, what do you guys think of a HouSiMeet? Huh? HUH?

On the job front, however, there is a glimmer of hope. My equal and opposite at night is currently applying for a position that would be a promotion and transfer (to the department/building next door). If he gets it (and they'd really like him since he used to do the job of the people he'd be over), then his position would open up and I certainly know how to do it. Unfortunately, he might be ineligible for it because he works in this department (remind me to tell you guys about why these two departments are divided in the first place). Otherwise, we shall see. I've got 2.5 months in which something could change.

I guess that's it for now. I guess I'll get back to acting like I work for as long as I can. I'll say this though. I already feel my motivation beginning to slip a bit. It's gonna get a lot harder to get up at 4:30 AM...

That is all.

All I wanted was a Pepsi

¹_{Yeah, I know a dipylon is better in this case, but that's not important.}

²_{The remains of said turkey and swiss stemmich fixins are my lunch today. I mention it only in Bob Abooey (TM) 199X Approved passing.}