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7/22/2003 11:00PM This piece is dedicated to the lovely Sara. I wish you the best of luck at your crossroad in life, and I apologize terribly about depriving you with a lack of updates while you were in Georgia. J These past few days have been particularly frustrating and draining. I spent the majority of Sunday working on a crystal reports project for a contract I’m working on. When I finished with work on Sunday, I headed over to the company that I contract for, and hammered away on fixing some very complicated and annoying query logic until 9 pm. When I got home on Monday night, I choked down a philly cheesesteak sandwich from TGI Fridays (yeah, I know, gross…), then my consciousness left me and I collapsed on my bed. I wasn’t exactly batting a thousand today either. Work involved running around like crazy, rarely ever getting to spend a good 20 minutes at my desk. Afterward, I bbq’d some dinner, then tried to find an air conditioner. I entered the vast wasteland known as Home Depot and searched… and searched… and searched. After walking through the store a couple of times, I discovered that they were out of air conditioners, but I could have acquired a nifty swamp cooler instead. Oh joy! So, I decided to visit Sears. Just my luck, I arrive a whole 10 minutes before closing. Of course, I didn’t have the dimensions of my window with me, I didn’t know exactly what model of air conditioner I really wanted, and my window is one of those that slides open sideways instead of sliding up and down. This all makes things more complicated. So, I didn’t end up buying an air conditioner… I’ll spend another night waking up 4 times because it’s too damned hot. After a very frustrating past few days, I decided I needed to get out and clear my head. A bike ride definitely qualified for that. I pushed myself harder than I’ve done in years. My legs pumped battery acid, but I kept going. The harder I pushed myself, the better I felt. My frustration turned into unadulterated energy. It was the catharsis I needed, nothing but the ride mattered.
You know Sara, I was going to spit out clichés and revelations
about my own life about how you can survive anything and how things will
improve no matter what. I
realized how lame that actually was, so I’ll leave you with this.
No matter what happens, you have people that care about you. I know, this was a nasty little tangent, but I did dedicate
this piece to you, didn’t I? You’ll
be okay, kiddo. |