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2.10.2009 (21:42:00)
Have you ever built a snow tunnel just to see how far you could go before it caved in? Have you ever swam out into the ocean far enough just to see how long it would take until you gave up? Have you ever just got into your car and drove as far away as possible before giving up and realizing you just can't leave everything behind? Have you ever chosen an insignificant star in the sky and tracked its progress for years, only to forget why that one star received so much of your attention?
I have.
The few times I actually let the light hit my eyes, I see the world in time lapse. Like every other frame is dropped, or how it appears when you drive fast through an intermittently lighted tunnel. The spots and streaks from my retina problems enhance that feeling. It is a similar experience with hearing, whereas I honestly believe every fourth word that enters is dropped, lost, or forgotten.
It takes a lot to make me angry. But I'm so filled with animosity and general malevolence towards people. I don't get it. All my curses and ills cannot be for without reason. Where did it come from? When did it start? There are a couple things to add to my bio about what is wrong with me, but I'm not ready to do that yet. I'm tired of all this crap. I have to solve all the complexities I encounter, and I'm generally good at it. Unless I'm part of the complexity. Then I'm useless.
2.13.2009 (00:10:00)
 I can't believe I forgot to mention this last time. I was working late Sunday night (Feb. 1) because I hate football (Superbowl) and I had things to do. And I work better when nobody is around. Anyway. Driving home north on I-95 between DC and Columbia, MD (the homestead), I was actually driving within 10 MPH of the speed limit, and in the far right lane. Swerving past me tossing beer cans out their windows and mowing down small woodland creatures were all the drunks heading home after the game. I saw a Maryland State Trooper (peace be unto them) flick on his lights and speed up... behind me... yes, me. My license plate light was out. Way to keep the citizens safe, officer.
 On a lighter note, I had some broccoli and cheddar soup in a bread bowl from Panera Bread Tuesday night. I had either ebola or a cold, hard to tell. But I couldn't quite finish devouring the crusty, bready bowl. Thankfully, Frida, my beautiful princess pug was there to stare at me until I made a decision. Here is a picture of what happened when I gave her the okay.
 Finally this evening, you may recall in a past entry my mention of a tree at work, in my parking lot at NASA Goddard. I grew to love this tree, as it provided El Hefe with company and mild shade. They said it was sick, and tagged for butchering. Well. Last week it happened. Here is what remains. Thank you for the condolences and warm thoughts.
Oh, and happy birthday, dad.
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