entombed in the shrine of zeroes and ones

Yesterday was a bit of a doozy.  As i prepared to gird my loins for soccer, i found that i'd left my pants at home, thus forcing me to play in shorts.  That led to rug burn on the side of my thigh, and to add insult to injury, my team played poorly.  I quickly headed home because one of 2wanda's coworkers had a housewarming party.

When i got home, my laptop wouldn't join my new wireless network, so i wrestled with that until it worked.  Then as i ran upstairs, i whacked my toe really bad on a step; almost thought i broke it.  I showered and dressed, then couldn't find my keys.  Then i smelled dogshit and while looking for it, a coworker called needing something urgently.

After that, i resumed my search but found nothing (meaning the damn dog probably just farted).  Then Kim called my mobile, which has awful reception in my house, wondering where i was.  As i was trying to explain what was going on, my phone dropped the call.  So i dropped the phone.  Hard.

I sent mail to work letting them know that my phone was broken, found my keys, and left. And I had a swell time at the party.

The best part (other than the wanton yet cathartic destruction of a phone that was already declining in functionality) was that i used the antenna from the broken phone to repair its predecessor, which lost its antenna when i drunkenly dropped it at a party a year or two ago.  I transferred the SIM card to the old phone et voilà — a working phone.

This week has absolutely blown.  Lots of problems at work for me and Kimmy; yesterday i was helping her out after hours and i managed to slip on some steps and whack my forearm pretty bad.  No structural damage, but the bruise hurts at the slightest touch.  I've not gotten much sleep due to going to bed late thanks to work, and halfway through today's second half of our soccer game, i was completely winded.  We managed to not lose today (5-5 tie), but there was an ugly moment where after a struggle for the ball, the opponent fouled our guy, who fell; the opponent then saw fit to toepoke my teammate in the back.  If it had happened to me, i don't know if i'd held back, but my teammate managed.  It reminded me of a similar moment some months ago where my team was playing like shit, and i was tired from running and flopping around, and as a guy broke away towards me, i tried to beat him to the ball and failed, so i ended up checking him into the boards.  It was mortifying to me, but when i apologized to the guy after the game, he said it was no big deal and even laughed it off.  Anyway... it's easy to lose your shit when you're playing if you don't keep a lid on the adrenaline.  At least it's easier than when stuff and people at work are full of fatuousness.

I'm also grumpy because i'm in a creative slump.  I'll see what i can do to shake myself out of it.

I've noticed that i rub my face a lot when i'm stressed.

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Some of you might have heard about the explosion that melted part of the MacArthur Maze, but you have not heard the whole truth.  Please pass this along!

I am currently singing along with the song below.  Should this worry me?