Well, erm, there's nothing like getting a note in your diaryland place from someone who recognizes a name from your diary and is from your home town. Hrmph. Well, hello there, Jeff K., if you've stopped by for any further reading. I've gone back and re-read the entry from what feels like two lifetimes ago, and been jarred not just by how melodrama I was, but also by the fact that I just put full names down of others in the area without even thinking about it back then.

I've gotten a little more savvy these days, but I guess I'd forgotten about writing down Brittan and Naiomi's names. Sorry to Brittan and Naiomi, whose names I hadn't meant to publish all over the place.

And, Jeff, while I recognize your name vaguely, you were in my sister's class, and she's 5 years older than I. I'll ask her if she remembers you. If you wanna sign the guestbook and drop me an email, let's get in touch in a 2-way manner, eh? And I'm sorry for the somewhat jarring/shocking journal entry about Brittan's mom. We swam with Brittan, and yes, your family and mine must have lived close to one another. Sorry you had to endure Brittan's mom's ordeal, too. Yes, it was sad.

And, if I don't hear from you again, thanks for writing in the first time. It was nice to hear from ya. If you hear from Brittan, tell him people from back home remember him.

In other news, the ol' heart she is a-mending, though it's going to be a slow process. I've now seen BridgeBoy twice and have witnessed no change in behavior from before...I think he and I are trying our best not to make each other uncomfortable now. Bummer. I'm sure the awkward-ness will subside, and that's fine. Of course, I am more bummed at the absence of long lip-chapping kisses and happily-ever-after-living that was supposed to have gone down had he known his part. I feel, however, as if I'm handling the rejection pretty well, thank you.

Got on a scale at the gym today and am sure what it said was wrong. Is it possible I've lost 15 pounds? I got all giddy and happy about it until I got home and put my stats in a BMI calculator and realized I'm still too friggin' fat. 20 more pounds until I'm in a semi-healthy zone. Kill me.

Polished off an 800 warm up, 5x200pull, a 400 kick, a 500 swim hard, and 4x100 hard on 1:30 today with a 200 warm down. That's 3300 yards! Yay! Felt good to do, though I was pushing it on the hundreds at the end, and should have done one more. I'm trying, still, to find the point between pushing hard and pushing past exhaustion. Difficult, that.

And now, I'm off to walk the dog and eat something. The nap I just had has made me ravenous....

Posted by twids at 7:29 pm