back at work.
how do i always end up here on the sunny days? growl. bitch. moan.
played some tennis last night and did fairly well. had a few drinks with various crowds.
crashed.

story of my life. editing out the interesting bits, of course.

what are the interesting bits these days? they mostly involve me wondering what the hell i am doing with my life. those perpetual questions about career, love, happieness. i have no answers. all my speculations are just that, so i try to avoid them and instead fill my time with ummmm tennis, sailing, beer, whatever will get me through the night. it doesn't have to be right, it just has to be right now. it doesn't have to be good, it just has to be better than the other options presenting themselves to me.

i am tired. can you tell.

Indian Summer's engine is fixed, so i will wander down to shilsole this evening for a little water time to clear my head, cuz my head needs clearing.

but for now... classtools kick off meeting planning. a little xen cuts on winamp. lifting the fog from my head.