This has been a bit of an eventful weekend.

Sadly, it started with me calling out from work on Friday when I woke up to my eye being crusted shut. Gross, I know. My eye had been itching and watering (just the one) and being all kinds of annoying all week long. I went to the doctor, and sure enough, I've got the pink eye.

And let's stop your thoughts right now -- I did not get poo in my eye.

So, I was given some medicated eyedrops and things are looking up. My eye still gets occasionally juicy now and again, but I should be back to normal real soon.

I really hate missing days of work like that. With a department so small, it can really back up when a speed bump like this comes along. I'm also bummed I missed Marke's last day before his month-long trek through Euope. I also had to cancel my plans to go up to LA that night. No concert for me. Charrmaine was very understanding, but I still feel like a douche. I owe her two dinners now.

My dad and I hung out a little on Saturday. As part of an early birthday present, we took my printer into a shop for repair. A couple years ago I got a really kick-ass printer for school work. Large format, excellent quality, the whole nine. Shortly after getting it, it stopped working. I was too busy in school to get it fixed, and it quickly fell to the back burner on my list of things to do. After school, it was off the stove altogether. But I had the random thought to suggest it as a birthday gift, and I'm glad for it. It's a pretty expensive printer that is otherwise collecting dust.

In the evening, Mallory and I went to go see Burn After Reading. I'm undecided about the movie. I read a review before watching it that said it was as funny as Big Lebowski. Which... it just wasn't even close. So, I think I went in expecting too much. It wasn't at all a bad movie -- very much a Coen Brothers film, and have they ever gone wrong? But it just wasn't the movie I was expecting, so I feel a little let down.

Mallory and I discussed a lot of the stuff that has been plaguing our friendship over the past week. Some of it was typical misunderstandings, or "I've been feeling this way for a long time and it's just now boiling to the top" type stuff. By the end of the night things were far more "normal" between us. She reluctantly agreed to watch a few episodes of Boston Legal... and gave it a 7 out of 10. Not bad for the first few episodes.

It was kinda neat to watch Boston Legal. The first time I've seen it since being back from Boston. I immediately recognized some of the arial and scenic shots that go between commercial breaks. Yay for travel!

Right as I dropped Mallory off at her place, my phone rang. It was Emily! I kinda stared at the screen for a moment or two, not sure what I should do. I haven't spoken to her on the phone in years, and years. I honestly can't think of how long it's been. More than likely only once since we broke up, ten years ago.

As surreal as it was to hear her voice -- and how much older it sounded -- we ended up having an excellent conversation about everything going on in my life. She said she didn't know if she could believe my Tweets about having a good weekend.

Doctor Taylor, making house calls. Taking care of me, as she always, always has.

As far as that depression goes. I can't say that's all gone, but I do feel this weekend had a few choice realizations that I need to hang on to for strength. I am ready, now more than ever, for some serious life changes. Its quickly becoming a matter of life and death.

Goodnight Moon.
Thank You.