Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday are horrible days at work as simulations, algorithms, and ideas fail. And there is direction in a vector that I would prefer not to go.
Wednesday after work I'm heading for K-Town to pick up
Person J_VKPI so that we can head off to Santa Monica Beach. We
arrive before sunset, but the fog cover is so thick that we cannot
see the actual sunset. We walk along the sand and along the
pier. With the way that things have gone in the past three
days at work, I consider three plans of action:
1) Take a long walk off the pier and just keep walking when the
pier ends.
2) Throw myself off the bluffs in Santa Monica down onto the Pacific
Coast Highway.
3) Return to K-Town with Person J_VKPI and purchase drugs from the
neighborhood runners.
Instead we wander about the Promenade and check out the book stores and the game/puzzle stores. There are cool robots in one of the game stores as well as some interesting action figures from The Matrix, The Three Stooges, various Superheroes (which fits in well with the Superman shirt that Person J_VKPI is wearing tonight), and, absolutely inexplicably, Saturday Night Live. (There is an action figure of the old Saturday Night Live character RoseAnneRoseannaDanna.) The night is interrupted by 5 telephone calls of varying degree of urgency.
Eventually we head back to K-Town where I drop Person J_VKPI off and head for home. I'm turning off the lights for sleep near 12:30 on Thursday morning.
Thursday is a good day at work as I find errors in various routines and make good progress. There is a telephone call from Dr. B and we have to postpone my...um...thing. Both Dr. L and Dr. B conclude to shift the entire process one week later. Thus I have no appointment with Dr. L on Friday. I leave work early, buy a big bottle of whiskey, and drink heavily after I lift weights and concurrently with mowing the lawn and painting trim around the windows. I eventually find myself in bed holding onto my mobile phone in one hand and an NA chip in the other.
Saturday is a very productive day. I do the laundry, fertilize the lawn, water the lawn, go for a bicycle ride with a new neighbor (who beats me up fairly bad), paint window trim, clean miniblinds, and finally, prior to a night of partying, I get in a one hour nap.
Saturday night I'm driving to K-Town to pick up Person J_VKPI as we head for a club in West Hollywood. Person J_VKPI has received a recent phone call and he has to work the next morning, but we go have fun anyway. Person J_VKPI has told me that he likes Beatles music, so I bring the "1" CD of the Beatles and cue it up to one of my alltime favorite songs - the first rock n roll/pop song that I can remember being enthused about. Person J_VKPI hears the song, looks at me, and knows what to do. The song is "I Want To Hold Your Hand". So now I'm driving from K-Town to West Hollywood changing gears with my left hand because my right hand is in the grasp of Person J_VKPI's.
Person J_VKPI and I have something (undesireable) in common right now. It turns out that both of us have people on our waiting lists who are upset that we chose somebody off the list to go out with. We talk about the issue and our friends.
In the middle of the evening I make two commands to Person J_VKPI: 1) "Go dance for me on the platform and pleasure me", and 2) "Come with me and live happily ever after". Both are met with an enthusiastic and bright smile from Person J_VKPI and a huge hug as he says, "Are you serious?"
Regardless, Person J_KVPI does go dance on the platform. (I don't even attempt this as I don't think that the platform is strong enough to hold me bouncing around.) In the 20 minutes that Person J_VKPI is away from me I receive two offers of...um...companionship for the night. One was made from a huge guy with arms the size of basketballs. For both requests I point to Person J_VKPI and say, "I'm with him". And both are met with looks of, "Yeah, right buddy. In your dreams." But when Person J_VKPI comes over and stabilizes himself by draping himself on me, the other offerrers turn quickly and leave. And now Person J_VKPI is asking me what the other guys wanted.
It is 2am, there are people waiting to get in for the after-hours party, and we're leaving. We get to K-Town at 2:45am and go to a 7-11 to get coffee and water. And now, with the Beatles "1" CD still playing, it advances to "Let It Be". (Past diary entries have shown that this is a very emotional song for me.) I tell Person J_VKPI that I usually have tears in my eyes when this song plays. And now I have to explain to Person J_VKPI the entire 60's war, drugs, sex, rock n roll, politics, meditation, religion, etc things that was going on. (Because Person J_VKPI wasn't in this country at that time, nor was he on the planet.) I am laying my hed down on the pillow of my bed (alone) at 4:36 am on Sunday morning.
After a 23 hour day on Saturday and 4 hours of sleep, there is only one thing to do. Get up and produce! So I paint more window trim, go for a bicycle ride (with a thermal cycling environment as the wind and sun keep appearing and disappearing during the ride), watch the Canadian Grand Prix, do some shopping, read the newspaper, work on a PowerPoint animation, clean the resourcescout database, and hang some more miniblinds.
Sleep? Who needs sleep?