Another friday gone.

I can not believe it is Friday. Again. I mean, when i am doing stuff it seems to take ages. Then WHAM. It is Friday again. I think i have time behaving in a decidedly non-normal capacity around me. I swear that's what is going on.

I was think before i went to bed last night that i might spend Friday writing something different. A short story, a screen play or re-edit that romance novel i have been working on. Did i just say that out loud? Damn. Anyway, i was thinking that because i complain and gripe about how hard i find it writing this thesis thing. To be fare it is not hard at all. The writing is easy. It is just me. I had trouble trying to make it perfect.

The biggest hurdle i have always had (apart from not being able to spell) is that i always hand in a 1000 word essays when 500 will do. It is not that i over write stuff, rather that i want to answer the question properly. I just keep going and going. Never being satisfied. Same with this thesis. I get all caught up in drama all of my own making. That is why i like working on other peoples projects and writing papers. If there are other people i am able to "move on".

I know. I am as surprised as any one to discover that i am a "team player". Never really saw it myself. Now i just need a team!





Here is a picture what was took. Sorry, poor grammar. Lovely photo of radiometers attached to rail (in plastic piping - heated) on the port side. This was my office people.

also found neat link about the '98 fire: http://tinyurl.com/mjbwhu ( scroll down to The Chilling Fields (pdf))