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.<\/p>\n
Last night two very strange things happened.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
“Hey man, how are you.”<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
“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??”<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
“Hey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, everything OK? Is now a bad time?” he asked.<\/p>\n
“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?”<\/p>\n
“Of course, I wrote earlier this week– and you even wrote back. Everything OK?”<\/p>\n
“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.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Have a great weekend Monkeys, see you tomorrow.<\/p>\n
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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 … Continue reading