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Oh well. The day of ultimatum came and went. Monday it is then. Things seem OK for now; otherwise I wouldn;t have dragged HCW™ along to the company BBQ ... or even gone myself. it was the reassurances that did it I guess.

A certain bachelor's party that I was supposed to go to got cancelled as well.

That left more time for me to have fun.

So as I promised to young Charles, a neighbour from two doors down at the tender age of 6, after supper last night, I grabbed my hockey stick and headed out to play some street hockey (or should I say "shimmy"?). We were soon joined by his brother Alex, 10, and later their sister Jade, who I figure was about 8. She interrupted her swim to come watch us, watching us from their front porch, and then figured she would join in. It was 3 on 1, which was just about right. (I hadn't played competitive hockey for 20 years.)

At some point, a car came, and I promptly hollered "Car! Car!". My young teammates, either lacking a reference to Wayne's World, or used to shouting "Voiture! Voiture!" missed the point. Oh well. Our sticks of fence serving as goal posts were promptly driven through by a mini–van.

Now it must be said that I was watched wearily. Not by their parents, who tend to be on the shout–y side. Rather it was HCW™ who wanted to make sure that I didn't over exert myself. Not that I was necessarily too out of shape–which I am—but that I needed to be careful in light of a certain minor surgery that I had on Wednesday, and which had left my quite feverish for the last two days (though that didn't stop me from going in to work anyways.) Things are better now, soaked pillow notwithstanding.

Today we were supposed to leave for a camping trip but were kept home by semi–torrential rains. On the menu for tonight is a movie, followed by another 50 pages of Kissinger's Diplomacy. What a delicious book. (It just happens to touch on the stuff I need to see in a certain pre–requisite course for a certain MSc degree in international studies ... hehe.)

Gotta go now. Humidity got me down and have to look cute for an evening with The Hot Chick. 'nuff said.

PS: Told my immediate neighbor's wife to buy him a hockey stick. The two guys in their thirties will then "stick" the rest of the neighbourhood.

PPS: If you come to visit me this summer, you better bring your stick.

Today's New York Times magazine has an article on adult attention-deficit and hyperactivity disorder (aka ADD). Why do I feel I am going to learn something ?

Of course, I can't read the article just yet. I have things to do first. In fact, I wasn't supposed to be surfing the web right now. I am actually supposed to be a taking a shower. That was delayed because I ended up making the bed instead. All of this while I am supposed to be working on a document, which I am late in starting because I wanted to read some more of my latest Vonnegut book, "Galapagos". However, to be fair, I was tempted to put it down and read a chapter or two of Kissinger's Diplomacy, which looks too darn interesting. Both of which are stopping me from reading the two issues of The Economist (which I am behind on). Which didn't stop me from picking up the latest issue of Wired magazine on Friday along with a copy of The Walrus. I bought it among other things for the crossword puzzle at the end of it; I started the crossword puzzle that night but stopped in order to continue reading my Vonnegut book. By Tuesday or so, another issue of The Economist will arrive by which time I will be seriously f*cked. Unless of course I mange to finish Galapagos by then. Which means that I should be knee deep in the eight hundred odd pages of Diplomacy. And that's assuming that my neighbor doesn't invite me over again for a swim like just know. Ok. Hungry now. Gotta make some lunch.

A funny thing happened on my way to finishing the MBA. The world turned upside down and went from supposed–to–be–simple to shitstorm on the horizon. The arrival of the new guy meant a fall guy was needed. I guess I fit the bill. So like a submarine ready to dive for a while, I am battening down the hatches, getting prepared for when I come back up.

It has been hard on the morale though. The relentless pounding, the doubting, the wondering whether you are really the problem or not. The last few weeks have been long and horrible. Very little sleep, yet at the same time too tired to think of the future. Vicious cycle.

Think I snapped out of it yesterday. Met with a pro last night; she'll get me whipped in to shape and trained right. Today I think I turned the page.

Two more weeks of this to go, then dive and lay low for as long as it takes. Then we start kicking some ass.

I want that in–ground pool. I want that finished back yard. I want that fuckin' big screen TV.

'nuff said.