Living

June 18? I think this may be some kind of record as far as my ability to get distracted. I've been working a lot lately, and... and all kinds of other excuses.

I started writing two weeks ago; it went something like this:

There is a sickly-sweet feeling weighing in my head right now, a heavy, solid mass of largely-uninterpreted emotion that’s sitting on my brain stem restricting the flow of information to the rest of my brain. I’m stuck focusing on a single euphoric event while trying desperately to fit in little bits of other thoughts into the gaps that are few and far between. It has not been good for my productivity. In fact, it has been awful for getting anything done. Except eating, I guess.

Went to the doctor this morning; was told to not eat breakfast - fine, I can handle that. I packed a post-appointment breakfast to eat at work and set off to get a physical. Three vials of blood later, I was sitting on the examination table sweating like crazy trying my damnedest not to fall off the table (or fall asleep). The doctor gave me a glucose gel-thing that was incredibly difficult to eat but was surprisingly effective. Beyond that, I’m doing pretty ok I guess. I’ve put on some weight over the past few years, but now that I have a prescription for an inhaler, I can embark on a renewed attempt to retain some semblance of activity and, therefore, health.

As for the actual distractions, they are a different story.

But I never made it back to fill in the rest of the story.

I've actually been doing things lately, which is strange because I've been spending an incredible amount of time with Chelsea. For the sheer amount of time I've spent lying on the couch watching TV, I've gotten a number of things done that make me feel decidedly less lazy. In what can only be described as an ordeal, I mostly-successfully hung a curtain yesterday. The 'mostly' comes from the fact that the center bracket isn't actually holding any weight whatsoever, and, in fact, the curtain rod is likely supporting it. The drywall was thin and brittle and the provided drywall anchors were less than useful. The curtains are, however, attached to the wall and they seem to be sturdy enough. The nigh-impenetrable studs on either side of my window saw to that - and to making me drill more holes in my walls that I'm proud to admit. I'm going to have a lot of holes to fill and patch when I leave, but that's a problem for Future Mike. He is far better equipped to handle that problem.

There are other things afoot, but few of them are exciting.

I am now back in what I would call a relationship. After what seems to have been the perfect amount of time, I got another unexpected answer to a long-standing prayer dealing with my sense of romantic loneliness. I may/may not still be in the euphoric first-few-weeks stage. Maybe.

As it turns out, I don't hate sushi. In some cases, I rather enjoy it. I do wish it was cut into more bite-sized pieces, though. So far, that is my sole complaint: I want it to fit into my mouth more easily.

Work is work. I had a week where I got approximately 15 minutes of real work done and spent the other 43 hours in the office doing something of which I have no memory. Fortunately, it lasted only a single week and I am back to working hard (ish) and being challenged. I am enjoying my project and, even as I keep getting told to brace for a bad third and fourth quarter, I haven't felt a slowdown at all due to the decidedly frequent release schedule I'm caught up in. It is a learning experience to be sure.

I am doing well.