In Which the Ringmaster Writes a Denoument

Man, three weeks of constant activity. I'm exhausted.

The end of the semester is always a stressful time at the University, the classes may be winding down, but it's more important than ever that there be no technical issues in the whole system. This semester was a good one, I had to tweak a few things, but nothing major went wrong. On the other hand, as a person who feeds of the 'saved the day' feeling, it was kind of unsatisfying. The university gave me a store room for extra equipment. My friends and I are fixing it up into a clubhouse! Eventually, we'll have a lounge, and I'll have a workbench! Our storeroom used to be a morgue. Down the hall, there's a really creepy storm cellar that used to house chimpanzee research. I'll post the legend of the Ghost Monkey later.

I've been helping my friend K. with her Christmas stuff. It takes a little bit of effort to swallow the pride, but it's nice to have the illusion of family. In the real world, my sister is well after having a baby boy and the rest of the family are good. What else can you ask for? My friends are generally in good moods, so everything seems to be fairly positive with the world. Well, I did discover a dead body over the weekend and have my soul wrenched out by crying children, but I'll recover eventually. I just hope the man's family can.

I believe that I've once again found myself in the calm before the storm. 2007 is an odd number and every few odd numbered years, something comes along to change everything. 1989, 2001, 2005 all held major milestones, I believe 2007 will continue the pattern.

I feel calm for the first time in ages. I want to start a project, but I don't trust calm moments anymore. I'm always yanked out of them by work, friends, or my own bad decisions. I will do what I always do, try.