| Monday, July 8th, 2002
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 11:07a I woke up three times last night (well, four if you count the time i got up for real). First two times were about an hour into slumber...third time was when my mom called at 0100 to make sure I wasn't "one of the two drownings i heard about over there". Drownings? no surprise, given Typhoon Ramasum rolled through Wednesday and stayed through most of Thursday... My normal dive buddy actually had the gall to ask me why i didn't want to dive wednesday when we were in TC-1. He was serious too. Fucking idiot. Very productive and exciting weekend. One of the kind where you don't actually realize what a good weekend it was until it's over and you're trying to sleep but you can't because all these cool thoughts spring into you head that you hadn't the time for earlier... OK...so you'd think that said cool thoughts had plenty enough time friday and saturday when I was walking around with 55lbs on my back...but apparently not. Second time I woke up i remembered my dream. Perhaps I am unconsciously making a conscious effort to remember? I dunno. I've never really bemoaned the lack thereof but there's been so much talk lately about them... Anyway I was at some sort of Adventure Vacation resort on an island somewhere in the tropics--very jungle heavy, like maybe south american rain forest jungle or southeastern asia...i dunno. About the only thing i remember really well is I was going diving, and we had to dive off of canoes in the river. The canoes had these balloons attached to them so people could find them after we were under and they drifted off (ok, so how we were supposed to get home was never a topic of deliberation--it was a dream mmk?). Odd. I DID go diving yesterday. Shook got his certification and asked me if i would take him out. I had previously discussed the possibility of this with D...where I pretty much flatly denied there being any chance I would dive with him (being not to fond of his lack of situational awareness)... but then i started to think about how Shook never gets out and does anything or go anywhere--how he is so glued to his computer and Ultima Online, Everquest, and whatever else he might be playing now... so i decided to give him a chance and he surprised me by not only logging off in under five minutes but by not being a complete idiot once we hit the water. He said that he would dive everyday if he could and so now it seems not only do I have a guarenteed dive buddy, I can feel like a humanitatian at the same time. Never a big quiz poster, here is one I couldn't resist. ( Read more... ) I was given the geek/cyberspace equivalent of a rose by a very generous insomniac prone lj'er I've had the pleasure of chatting with...my own domain and my own personalized email address. check out www.rainingvodka.com this makes me feel...bashful...and odd. i have too much time to think. i thought it was going to be a hectic day today...i came in about 45 minutes early. The brief I thought I had to give was already given (of course the trial counsel came in and gave it wednesday...late...after i had already rescheduled it.) Due to the typhoon and her getting ready to leave okinawa (this wednesday) i never got the word. Grrrr...but i understand so it's OK. Then i find out more info on a couple DUIs we had and there isn't anything we can do just yet...and this and that and...anyway it's time for lunch and I gotta mail stuff. current mood: okay
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