I was performing admirably (minus being lazy with my gym visits) until last night but in the face of a coworker's bachelor party there is no saying no. Against all odds I still did ok-ish but my belief that hard liquor is evil is even more firmly entrenched now. Four or five beers on the west coast is nothing, but the shot of whiskey during the pre-party just makes for a terrible morning. What is one supposed to do when a host thrusts a cup in your face and says, "You have to drink this. I paid $50 for the bottle"? I was just being hospitable. Between the splitting headache and the inability to decide whether I want to play video games and watch twin peaks or watch a movie or finish the second season of dollhouse or take a walk, I really just wish that I could sleep for another four hours. The first four wasn't enough.
Add to the head troubles the fresh bruises from being punched half a dozen times by another coworker who doesn't understand the nuances of properly throwing a game of pool to get a stranger to buy rounds for all of us and it all equals another fascinating evening in the valley. That coworker is an amateur fighter too, no ground game, all stand up striking. I can take a punch, his hurt like hell. A decade ago I thought I'd be set with a family by now, instead I seem to have devolved into forever living like a twenty year old.
Since I returned to sunny California I've been having nightmares, most often work related nightmares. Exceptionally odd because I'm not working on anything at the moment. While working on my most recent job I did not dream of it once, which I usually do. Since coming back, twice. No reason, job's done, highest marks from everyone from whom high marks are required. But I have twice dreamed of being stuck in situations where I couldn't perform the tasks required of me and the dreams turn into nightmares when normal troubleshooting fails and the pressure to succeed builds until I wake up in the middle of the night pissed off that I couldn't solve whatever problem it was. And the dreams have been lucid. Nothing drives me crazier than waking up and being convinced that something that happened in a dream was real and having to take time to sort out the difference between reality and fantasy.
In spite of all this particular morning's handicaps I feel like today is going to be an exceptional day. Twin Peaks and video games it is, then off to meet a friend, then the sky, as always, is the limit.
Chin, Chin.
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