Ecstasy

Today I...

• went over to andrews (last night really), and passed out after an hour of crud-movie watching. I was very tired, it turns out.
  
• woke up at 3am at andrews. went back to sleep.
  
• woke up at 8am at andrews. talked to his dad, biked home.
  
• got a message from work. apparently I was supposed to be at work at 7:30. read the wrong week's schedule. again. maybe I'm fired, but not today. not tomorrow, either. purely because they're so desperate to have workers.
  
• got to work at 9:50. 2:20 hours late. sw33t!
  
• worked 8 hours anyway, since they were so desperate to have me. I'll probably work 8 hours tomorrow too, given how shortstaffed they are. not scheduled to, but they're needy. a-ho: when are you leaving town? can we do anything after 3:30 tomorrow afternoon?
  
• went to wait for bus. had to wait for 40 minutes. met a cool guy at the stop:
  
• we chatted. he got a degree in medicine, then became a music teacher. he has a 26yo son who is an engineer, and who had a merry time. he (the guy, not his son) travelled the world. he's been through europe, asia, and the middle east. apparently afghanistan was a much, much better place to visit back before the 1978-soviet-invasion. also, we chatted about the rest of the middle east (and my bro + dad, since they were there too, at worse times), and the benefits of travel, and cuba and my petro-engineer uncle who works there sometimes, and what a nice cheap place cuba is to visit, and I'd have fun there. also, engineering and my life plans, my family, his family, our friends, whay they do in life, and how there isn't really is no hope (he feels, and I agree) for world peace in our lifetimes, what with people and their desire for unequal relationships. also, the nature of peace and war, and... you get the idea. fascinating guy, quebec accent, lived in vancouver for 12 years, longest he's ever lived anywhere either. he's thinking he'll move to quebec in a few years. oh yeah, and his son played in a band. in case nobody caught on by my large paragraph of rambling, I like that guy. I wonder if I'll ever see him again. Probably not, but it's possible.
  
• so yeah, got home. mom told me to wish her a happy birthday, and I did. we then went our for dessert at moxies, which was yummy mocha-kahlua cheesecake for me. yummy. and good tea, too.
  
• me+mom+dad then went to see aunt+step-aunt, we chatted for an hour or two, and I realized something in passing, which I later confirmed with my dad.
  

• I may very well have a heart murmur. isn't that neat? that could be why I get heavy pressure in my head when doing pushups, why I am sleepy and lazy all the fricking time, and why I am unable to run much without a headache. I assume these are caused by a heart murmur (well, a hole between heart chambers really) because my dad had the exact same thing growing up. at 19 he got an army doctor to crack him open and fix it though, and after two weeks, he was fine ever since. I am wondering if I can try that. And maybe even cure my mismatched breastbones at the same time. They give me character, which is always great, but they make straps on my chest and heavy things uncomfortable, and also interfere with my chances as a centerfold.
  so yeah, that was my dad.
  

posted by Murray @ 10:53 PM