Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

1/6/12

10:11pm

Today was another day that I hadn't a moment to myself, with an exception for this morning. I slept way late, and although I intended to, it still feels insolent. It was marvelous at the time.

I was prepared to do some required reading at work today, as it is often slow enough on Sundays (and I'm there from eleven to five) to get some work or leisurely reading done. And, on a day where I was actually looking forward to reading for my psychology class, this was not the case.

When I arrived, I was greeted by Maryann, her father(-in-law?), and her lovely daughter in a cheerful blue peacoat and a colored scarf with a peacock-like array of colors. I was told that we were to take inventory.

It took all six hours to do so, and it was somewhat brutal. Although I got a kick out of the arithmetic exercises that I didn't even need to do, it was a tedious and boring task. 

Erica (the daughter) and I managed to make some exchanges, but for the most part we were either occupied or at other ends of the room entirely. That, and I was feeling a little ungracious today.

My morning was not gracious. In fact, I've felt low all day. Of course, I managed to make high times of it all, but my general conduct was not as usual. It was clumsy and lazy in a way, and it bothered me, although I couldn't shake it entirely.

This is probably the hazy shade of indifference coming over me. I can feel it--these days I've spent enthralled and wild and without a care. They catch up quickly, and I know that I cannot regress into that abyss.

After work, I headed to Mom's to get some reading done, but to no avail. I can never get anything done there. I was light-hearted though, despite being drowsy, and before long Jess and Jules showed up and we had dinner, beers, and settled down to watch that movie with Marky Mark as Dirk Diggler.

My Most Meaningful Encounter...

...was meeting sweet Erica. She is an amazing thing. Apparently she was a tremendous swimmer, but the tragic part is that she had a tumor in her pelivs and pretty much all of her ischeum is missing on her right side. She has a cryptic mechanical apparatus that replaces her acetabulum and the entire head and neck of her femur, with a rod inserted halfway into the shaft. Giant screws make their way through the remaining portion of her hip as to secure the device.

I know this because I saw a snapshot of an x-ray. The device is beginning to lock up, and it needs replacing. Maryann will be absent from work for a period of time to take care of her daughter, and Erica will miss a considerable amount of schoolwork and will likely get set back. Shes a biomedical engineer, and she mentioned that it wouldn't have interested her had it not been for her direct experience. 

She was a cute thing, and she certainly looked like her mother. I hope to see her again.

Anyway, back to my hazy day. It cannot go on this way, the magnitude of my responsibilities are too great. I recognize that I've been selling myself short to cheap and artificial thrills and that many things are reaching a state of duress. Many things must change.

In fact, I see Sean who is doing remarkable things and leading a band and looking like a fucking tank. I haven't any excuse but perhaps a greater degree of compliance or something. That may be optimistic thinking, as to the author it seems more likely to be compromise.

I should retire now, I have another obligated day tomorrow. But I'll see Cait!