So I've been whining and grumping about my lot in life-- packing, no air conditioning, cats keeping me awake all night, car trouble, stress heartburn-- the usual ungrateful routine. Then I get in to work and check my inbox, and I can't wait to get back home and pack. Some of these tasks are like God's way of turning around to the back seat and saying You want to cry? I'll give you something to cry about, young man!

I had to pack up the GameCube. The temptation to avoid the work I have to do (and have no doubt, the gaming is all about escapism) was too great. I'd be playing on Friday night, insisting I could start packing at midnight and move on three hour's sleep.

It is very touching how people at work have told me they don't want me to leave. No wonder, though; they're bef'ck'd. My superiors think I'm doing something easy, and that the people who will have to pick up my work are indolent and stupid, so they're upset. My peers think I'm managing a chaotic convergence of data from multiple sources and dealing with the unpredictable whims of researchers. I'm inclined to believe the latter are more correct, of course; but either way, with only two years left on the project, they're just in trouble.

I haven't talked to my Grandmother so much since I was a child. My family all think she's a miserable harpy (the love is mutual) but I can't help but feel bad with her couped up in rehab. Unfortunately I've been neglecting friends a lot lately, and I feel bad about that.

If you read through all this boring naval gazing, then you must be in love with me, and want to see me camwhoring. I need to re-crop and correct some of them, but feedback on which ones are best would be appreciated.