The data analytic meeting yesterday was a mixed bag. I made one fairly obvious error that I needed to talk my way around, but the rest of the data seems to have gone over pretty well. My recommendations are being taken, so that’s nice.

Last night two very strange things happened.

First, I was home around 5 after the analytic meeting, and just starting to unwind. I decided to respond to a couple more emails. While sitting at the computer, my door suddenly opened and a guy walked in.

“Hey man, how are you.”

I just sat there, sort of dumbfounded. The intruder’s face wasn’t visible because he was silhouetted from back light coming from the hallway.

“Hey man…” he said again. I had my green organic vegetable delivery bag on the floor ready for the delivery guy who usually comes about 6p. I noticed the guy who walked in also was carrying a green bag and that made me think it was just the delivery guy. But then, of course, I realized… “Did the vegetable delivery guy just walk right into my living room??”

The person walked in further and I could see it was an old friend, someone who had left here pretty recently, who lives in the Motherland.

“Hey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, everything OK? Is now a bad time?” he asked.

“Hey, no, it’s fine. It’s just, I wasn’t expect you. Hey, was I supposed to know you were coming back to NYC today?”

“Of course, I wrote earlier this week– and you even wrote back. Everything OK?”

“I honestly had no idea you were coming today– somehow this completely slipped off my mind. But yes everyhting is fine, come in. Guest room is yours.”

And that was that. I’ve been so overwhelmed with work lately, especially late nights and weekends, that somehow I completely forgot that I was expecting a visitor this week. He’ll be here for about 6 days, it looks like. That whole encounter was weird, and probably a sign of how overworked I am and have been.

The second thing that happened was that I got a text from someone I’d stopped seeing because I realized I wasn’t in a good place to do relationship-type things. She knew this, and knows this, and decided to be edgy, or something, and sent me the sexiest text message I’ve ever received. I mean, it was completely explicit and hardcore and I was dumbstruck she’d write something like that. It turned me on immediately and I didn’t know what to do.

But I kept it all under control. I didn’t invite her over. I didn’t do anything. I just wrote back, “you’re such a flirt, but sometimes too subtle”, just to make her mad. She wrote back she was serious, that her mouth was watering for me and everything else she said. I didn’t respond.

That’s my life right now. Probably making all kinds of mistakes by not acting. Unnecessary frustration. But it still seems right. I think my dick as grown because of lack of intimacy, though, because it’s just raging every night, every morning. Not sure if that’s healthy or not.

I’m very glad it’s Friday and I can’t wait to catch up on sleep tonight. I’m so wiped. After training, after the astronomy lecture, home and to bed. Yes please.

Have a great weekend Monkeys, see you tomorrow.