Monochromatic Outlook

Inspired by Ham­mer­head’s exam­ple, I’ve start­ed incre­ment­ing the time I’ve been run­ning on the tread­mill up from 25 min­utes to 30. I ran 35 min­utes a few days ago, but I don’t like to do more than 30 at the gym when it’s crowd­ed and there are peo­ple wait­ing to get on the machines. 

My first goal was to hit 3 miles in 25 min­utes, and I achieved that goal a cou­ple weeks ago. Yes­ter­day I made my sec­ond goal, which was 3 miles in 24 min­utes. Three eight-minute miles. Hooray!

What can I say about it? I don’t actu­al­ly hate it, but I’m very anx­ious to leave. It’s been frus­trat­ing and it does­n’t pay par­tic­u­lar­ly well, and I’m ready to move on.

I haven’t writ­ten here in a while because the last time I wrote, my com­put­er crashed and I lost the whole entry. That dis­cour­aged me. I sup­pose it’s my own fault for not installing the soft­ware and always post­ing from the Web, but it was dis­cour­ag­ing anyway.

I had for­got­ten how much more tir­ing work­ing is than stay­ing at home and put­ter­ing around. I haven’t even been here for two hours and I’m beat. Ready to call it a day. Not ready for lunch, mind you. Ready to go home and take a nap.

My body is still tap­ping a lot of my ener­gy to heal, I guess. That’s a good thing. But i keep on for­get­ting things and I’m mov­ing at about half speed. It’s a damn good thing it’s Friday.

The pack­ing is out of one side of my nose. It *did* feel a bit like hav­ing my brains pulled out my nose, but it was over pret­ty fast. The ban­dages and out­er brace are still on my nose, and I still have my nose in a sling to keep the blood from seep­ing all over. Sor­ry if that’s more detail than you want­ed. Bot­tom line is that my nose is still kin­da full of… ahem… humors. Should clear up pret­ty quick.

I mean, it seems like all I can com­plain about is a months-dead rela­tion­ship. I must be doing pret­ty well. Of course, I’m look­ing forward…

Tom, a friend I am sad­ly estranged from, has described a deep spir­i­tu­al con­nec­tion to this place. I’ve nev­er been here before, but I’m not sure that I can say I’ve been here now. It’s night­time and Matt is dri­ving. Road trip­ping is great fun, but I can’t say I’ve seen much of the lake or the mountain.

Accord­ing to reports by a mem­ber of the [epitasis-list](http://www.paroxysm.com/), the Xan­do cof­fee bar has closed.

Now most of us here on the West Coast prob­a­bly think that the prob­lems of two lit­tle coffedrinkers in this crazy world don’t amount to a hill of beans, but…

Well, It’s a spe­cial place. I’ll explain:

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