"Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy,
or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make
up one whole." - Miguel de Cervantes, Spanish Writer
I haven't talked to you in a while and frankly it's beginning to worry me!
Lindsay is sick and didn't
get to come. I wish ya'll were here. I'll be back on Monday. Talk to you
soon! (I hope!)
Last night I did my duty and
sent Alex an appropriately cheezy
Blue Mountain card
to express how I have missed her bright & shining face. In today's mail
was a postcard she had sent me from her vacation destination. It's good to
know that we're on the same wavelength.
gave Alex a call tonight. She
had just walked in the door. I guess that's good timing... but it's bad in
a way. I'm never as talkative when people call me just as I walk in the door.
I'm too busy in my attempts to "wind down" and I'm sure that it's the same
way with Alex. Regardless, the
conversation wasn't bad. And it was good to hear her voice...
I told her that I'd probably be driving down to campus Friday to take care
of my degree and out-of-state fee issues... and that I would like to get
together with her... and maybe watch a movie. It's emitting a very strong
"chick flick" vibe, but I don't mind... I'm also getting vibes that it would
be a good movie to watch with
Alex. Who knows. She told me that
she would pencil me in. It's still a week away. A lot can happen between
now and then. (2100)
Consciousness... there's my problem. Of course, that's
not to say that I want to be unconscious or anything... I mean, I'm not talking
about a coma or anything like that. But being awake at strage hours is the
root of most of my trouble.
I'm writing this at 4:46 a.m. I know that I won't go into work at 8. Why?
Because I'm still awake at 4:46 a.m. I'm tired. Even a tad sleepy. Yet I
remain awake. I now know how some drug addics feels. They know they are hooked.
They know the drugs are bad for them. Yet they don't stop. Or try to stop
and can't. That's me with sleep. I know I need it. I know that I'm not getting
enough. And I know that not getting enough sleep is wreaking havoc in other
aspecs of my life. But regardless of the facts... here I sit... awake while
everyone else sleeeps.
course, I have an excuse for not getting plenty of sleep this morning. Sometime
between one and two, they paged out a fire at the hospital down the road
from my house. We insepcted the palce but found nothing but the flashing
lights of the fire alarm system.
It's been a busy weekend for "Smallville's Bravest." Saturday saw a serious
accident and a working house fire. Sunday brough another accident and a car
fire. There were the alarm bells of Smallville Memorial Hospital early this
morning and another report of fire about six this morning. For a department
that runs only 125-150 calls a year, six runs in 48 constitutes "busy."
The other day, one of the chiefs made a comment to the effect of, "it's a
shame you aren't staying and going to the local university." Of course, if
I was, it would mean a great deal more fire training and some good, real-life
experience. A few years ago, a comment like that would have kept me here.
A few years ago, I was a much bigger fan of the "real world" than I was of
school. But now, I'm clawing to keep my youth just a bit longer. It's amazing
how sometimes... the older you get... the younger you want to be.