Back to my old man ways

Yeah, that's right. I've managed to hurt myself again. Normally, I would play some sport or another and the next day I would feel like I was 90 and I couldn't move around in bed. Of course, that wouldn't stop me from asking everyone if they wanted to play ultimate that day.

But this time, I don't know what I've done. My left knee is a bit swollen and feels tight whenever I bend it. I don't know how I did this either. It felt fine two weeks ago until last Sunday (the Cub sweeping the Sox weekend, not the most recent one where the Sox returned the favor) when I was tossing the frisbee around the backyard with my brother, my sister and her friend. I could feel a few twinges, but it didn't feel like anything serious. Next thing I knew, my knee was swollen and I couldn't bend it without pain. I had no lift in my legs and no burst (if you will) when I tried to jump. How do I know this? Well, I tried to play basketball on it. Not the greatest decision I've ever had, but it didn't feel too bad and I played with a brace. Then I went out and played two games of softball the next day.

It was feeling better this morning, but after 18 holes of golf (I shot a solid 99 which isn't bad after a two year layoff) and two hours of basketball, it hurts like hell. I guess I deserve that one though.

Anyway, I hope everyone is having a wonderful week thus far and that their 4th plans are both fun and safe. Peace up, A-town down.

Bonita, bonita que ta?

Excuse me please, one more drink. Will you make it strong so I don't have to think?

Yeah, it's been that type of week this week. The bank I work at has lost a couple of people I respect a lot and the direction of senior management really has me scratching my head. On top of that, because my manager left, the assistant branch manager is losing her mind and she's piling her stress down on me. So work has been brutal all week long and it hasn't left me in the mood for writing.

A Bed of California Stars

I was stood up yesterday and I still can't believe it. It's a strange sensation, that doubt that sits in my gut as I check the time and see that it's way past when she said she'd call, only I'm hoping there's an excuse, something to make it okay. It's not the first time I've been stood up and I'm sure I've been stood up by better people, but this one isn't going away like the last few have. Sometimes I just laugh and forgot about it and things move on the way they do. And while I was excited about seeing this girl, I'm also excited about playing softball with a girl that I've had a thing for, so I can't say that this was an end-all, be-all sort of moment. But I can't escape the feeling that there was something here and that I'm still all messed up about it. I know that I'm frustrated and I know that I can't understand the idea that it could possibly okay to just never call someone and let everything go. I'm sure there's a reason, something that makes people do that sort of thing, but I just can't wrap my head around it. If it's just that you don't want to see me, fine. Tell me that. I'll be okay with it. Seriously. I don't have to have a sugar-coated excuse that I'll see through in a second. It hurts less to know it than to hear nothing. That's the worst. And that's where I am. Still. It's been more than 24 hours now and I still haven't heard a peep from her. I want to say something but I know that I shouldn't, so I'm going to delete her phone number and walk away and hope things play out where I don't ever run into her again. And that's been my day.