My throat hurts a little bit. It's been awhile since that's happened.
I always lost my voice during band road trips, both in high school and in college. Reason: lack of sleep mixed with hours upon hours of laughing. The diagnosis here is no different.
Hopefully I can recover tomorrow before I sound like puberty.
An old friend from my distant past came to visit CA this weekend-- or rather he came to escape Texas. It seems we are living parallel lives in different states. I measure my days in varying degrees of awkwardness, he reports being equally uncomfortable in all situations.
Wonderful.
This weekend's data supports my earlier hypothesis: when you get a bunch of mis-fits together suddenly you are no longer mis-placed. Turns out there is such a 'no category'.
We giggled at nerdy XKCD comics. We cracked up inside and outside the Science Academy (rain forest salad dressing? a female building? bunnies??). We laughed with a stranger on our way to the store. We danced around my apartment to funky Dirty Dozen and some rockin' Bridge. We cooked up a great impromptu dinner in under 4 hours and sat front row center to a 9 piece jazz band.
Life is good with a friend.
Me: "Ray and I decided if we're both unhappy with our jobs at age 35, then we'll quit and start our own engineering firm. Want in?"
Etosha: "What would your company do?"
Ray: "That's irrelevant!"
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