Going out tonite; what to wear, eek. Always feel like the fashion police are going to swoop down and write me up. Take me away in handcuffs to Old Navy or somewhere and make me try on cargo pants in every colour. Force me to take a test on layering and colour combinations. Put me before the judge o' style, where I will be sentenced to remain indoors, out of sight from the 20-somethings with a clue. When I go out for an evening of fun, it shouldn't be stressful. Right?

Played volleyball. Now I am sore. Ugh. I over-extend, try to reach what is out of reach; a lot like my life right now. Sounds like a best-seller.

Bought some water pistols in the shape of a fish and an alligator. How goofy is that?

Had an all night hang-out session this weekend; haven't done that in a while. Is that a sign of getting old? Or is the fact that half the evening was spent playing party games the sign? :) Nah, I know, old is just how you feel, not strictly your age. Some days I think I don't think my body is convinced of that, though. It won't buy into my mind's delusions about aging. Ah, well.

Got my damaged car back today. Nice newly painted bumper; now I get to obsess over when it will get scratched up again when I park in the city. Ah, the friendly game of bump-and-park. Oh, well.

Ugh. So insanely swamped at work today. Thank goodness for little victories; otherwise I'd leap through the second floor window...not high enough to kill me, most likely, but I'd probably break something and have to stay home and recuperate for a while...forced vacation. Then again, could my ego sustain time alone like that? How much could I feed off of sympathy? I do that, now, and can't stand it when I do; I expect my shadow to run away, in denial. I wonder if I make any sense anymore? I'll speak, and the words will make sense to me, but do people hear them anywhere near the same way I think they hear them? Or is that just everyday, run of the mill, insert cliche here self-doubt? Hmmm.

It's windy and warm and cool at the same time; the clouds keep creeping up and sliding away again; rain flashes off and on--a lovely day indeed. Weather can be like emotion, like mood swings; there is no prozac for nature, though.

Jeff whooped me at racquetball again. Good workout, though, so I don't care too much. I'll beat him eventually. It has turned into one of those days when I wish I could drag this beast of a PC outside onto the deck. When will wireless be practical? Faster, more reliable, more true to the definition. Soon, I hope. So...what is there to do in Phoenix?