Update 3:33 p.m. I keep a journal at work of my on-goings. I just made the following comment in it moments ago "Schedule bad. Conflicted. Must fix! How?" I go months without having a meeting to speak of and I sit in front of my computer deprived of human contact. Now, I try to put all my plans in my Outlook calendar and it basically blew up on me. No kidding. This week, NEEMO has been filling some time. That's good. Then I got an e-mail listing all my obligations for next week, conveniently placed in the afternoons specifically for my benefit (because I'm doing aerospace scholars, mentoring teams of high school students, every morning from 9 - 11 a.m.). Unfortunately, one of my NEEMO obligations conflicts with an entry guidance class I was really interested in taking, but oh well. Then mh points out the recently posted LSO sim schedule. Like meetings, I've gone a whole month without a single sim. And now I'm on the schedule twice next week (which is an 8 a.m. - 3 p.m. commitment both days)! Ok, now a slightly conflicted schedule for next week has become a fully conflicted schedule - on both Tuesday and Thursday, I am currently supposed to be with Aerospace Scholars, NEEMO, and in a sim all at the same time. I'm starting to wish I had Hermoine's magic time turner. Obviously, something will have to give. I guess I'll work it all out somehow...

I'm listening to all my music on a random order, and there's this very enchanting Angie Aparo song that I must've stolen from Sarah (becaue I don't think I've ever bought a full Angie Aparo CD). The lyrics are kind of strange (and I'm trying not to think they are supposed to mean anything anti-choice because its such a pretty song..), but very haunting music:

There is a time for every Seed

Don't confuse what you want with what will be

Wrestle your heart pinned to the floor

Is there enough love do you want more

Say my prayers shaved my head

I was looking for reasons to drag my ass out of bed

Selfish world

Selfish me

Some excitement at work yesterday as I frantically updated dive paths for the aquanauts for the millionth time.

More excitement when more Jo ended up going to the hospital because of an allergic reaction to perfume (I'm with Jo, perfume is yucky). I think she's ok now though.

And finally, the day capped off with sailing. It wasn't very windy, but the good news is that it wasn't storming either. Anyway, I think we may have come in second place in our class - which is nice after weeks of being at the end of the pack. I'm not entirely sure, since they haven't posted the results on the web page. Four boats actually came in ahead of us -- but three of them (a Vanguard, C-15, and Finn) are much faster boats and therefore "owe us" time when add in the handicaps. And we were amazingly close to them when we finished. The fourth boat, a Day Sailor, pretty much always wins, but we did give them a run for their money, so that felt good.

Irwin and Sarah met me at the beach club dock. Off we went to Mely's. Yep, that was the second night in a row I had Mely's for dinner. I know I'm an addict, but... that's a lot even for me. Tonight I'm hoping Ir and I will go to something decidedly un-Tex Mex.

Right now I am listening to some cello pieces by Bach. I'm not usually a huge fan of listening to music that doesn't have singing (I like opera, choirs, musicals, etc.) with the exception of occasionally movie soundtracks. However, I really like this. Its very relaxing.

Now, off to work, must update dive procedures one more time. Hopefully the last time.