I don't have a lot to say about Dallas. I was pretty groggy the whole time I was there, only had energy to go to class and sleep, essentially. The product the pilot course was on is pretty cool, but the course itself needs a good deal of work. There was a killer cold snap on as well, which also contributed to my one-dimensionality. The first morning things were about 11 degrees Fahrenheit outside with the wind chill. I was wearing two t-shirts and was still freezing, so I bought a sweat-shirt from the hotel gift shop when it opened. It wasn't until I got home that I realized it was pink. Sigh. Ok, dusty rose, but still, like my sweater, sort of stealth pink. Hello, what the hell is my subconscious trying to tell me here? Bah.
Went to coffee with Ben last night, spent most of the time talking about Relationships. By the time we left I was furious - amazingly, thoroughly angry. At myself, I realized by the time I got home: scratch a cynic and find a frustrated romantic. I've said before that I don't suffer fools gladly, and you can treble that for foolish behavior on my own part. Ben commented that the issue seemed complex in my case. A perspicacious case of understatement, that; makes the gordian knot look like a bow knot, really.
Tired Joy. Oh listen, there's some sort of alarm going off. Hurrah.