What's In A Title?

It has been a pretty eventful week, yet all I can find to write about is that dream I had and some Harper's Index facts. Speaking of which, it's unnerving how I posted the facts about the Vietnam/Iraqi conflict regarding how many members of the media who were killed - And then there is a bombing today which critically wounds one and kills atleast two others. [sighs]
On that, I have two thoughts - We're just far too obsessed with the "story". I appreciate members of the media risking their lives to inform the world, but enough is enough.
And secondly, I'm so glad I didn't grow up during this time - I don't know if dad would have agreed to cover the situation in Iraq, but I'm glad he is not faced with the choice. It was so sad to hear a sound engineer was among those killed. Of course, I guess dad wouldn't have been "entrenched" like that though. I'll have to call him tomorrow and ask him what he thinks about the media over there.
And, of course, I went off on an unrelated tangent. Heh.

Anyway, I have a new trainee at work. I think it's going to be more work this time molding him and breaking him of some bad typing and grammar habits. I'm thankful for there finally being a new hire and the challenge though. I need to also work on being more clear and decisive in how I want him to respond in certain situations as well. I think he'll do well; he seems to have a knack for creativity - I just need to stop being so scatterbrained when explaining something and stick to the subject at hand.
Michelle was easy to train and picked up things very quick. Hopefully this new fellow will be the same, but I have a good sense it will be a little more difficult.

My two discoveries and issues of great avoidance this past week - First, learning a good friend tested HIV positive. [sighs] I can't imagine what it must be like. I mean, I am not avoiding him - Of course not. I'm just avoiding thinking about it.

I was so shocked when he told me, I want to avoid it to the point I just don't even want to write much about it at all. I didn't expect to start crying - I don't think he expected it either. He looked at me like I was crazy. I mean, it was diagnosed early and there have been great advances when it comes to AIDS/HIV research and treatment.

Dad's had some sketchy results from some recent tests. When he was diagnosed with Prostate Cancer two years ago, and thus had the Prostate removed - things looked pretty well except for some anomalies within the surrounding fatty tissue. So... Something is going on there again I guess. He should have the results by now I think - Whether or not he'll be fully honest with what they are is in the air.

Smoking. No, I am certainly not going to start again, but I did have one the other day. I think I used stress as an excuse, because I knew it wasn't going to relieve me or anything. I didn't enjoy it either. It did not feel natural even holding it. The smoke bothered me and I could hardly inhale. It's almost been a year since I quit, I don't plan on starting again. But it was something I did this last week - I don't feel I let myself down and I do not feel I gained anything either. It just is what I did.
I think I am curious as to why I even smoked in the first place and what I derived from it. I certainly cannot see it now. It tasted like ass, I smelled like smoke when I was done and it wasn't as if it was pleasurable in the least.

On a more positive, and completely frivolous note, I have almost completed watching the first season of Lost. It's pretty good I have to admit. I wouldn't say I am hooked or anything, but it is entertaining.
Damn, and now that just reminded me that I did not set the DVR to record the History Channel special on George Washington. Hm, will have to check for upcoming repeats.

Oh! And sleeping on my new "Memory Foam" mattress: Pretty comfortable and snazzy. (I'm currently trying it out and deciding whether or not I want to buy a platform bed or a regular bed and boxspring when I can afford it) So.. If it's so comfortable, why can't I sleep through the night? I mean, it's kinda nice when you wake up and realize you have another 3 hours to sleep... But when you wake up every 1/2 hour thereafter... Not so nice.

I'm just rambling now. I think I'll watch the Emo girl video to cheer me up. I mean... It's like, I can witness the entropy of the world, man.

Emo Girl