Eight Thousand Miles

On the morning commute, my odometer reached eight thousand miles. Yes, I realize that this is nothing to some people, but my car is still my little baby. This is only the second new car that I have ever owned and I am very protective of it. Yes, some people may never have owned a new car, but I do and it means something to me. All of my previous cars were pieces of junk that got me from here to there. Sometimes I surprise myself how much emotional attachment I have to my car, but the car is a definite status symbol in America and I am no exception.

I missed the morning meeting this morning. I should have known that I was late by the silence in the room when I entered. Either they were all talking about me or the meeting was over.

Sometimes I make work worse for myself which is what also happened this morning. Not only did I walk in late for the morning meeting, but I thought that my boss was gone all week. I was wrong. He will only be gone Friday this week.

Last night I watched some television programs about Atlantis and the Bermuda Triangle. Both of these are topics that I consider to be in the soft science zone. Of the two of them, I find Atlantis to be more interesting and in a small way more credible. A few years back I watched a program that discussed the fabled city of Troy and how they were able to prove that it really did exist. This program did pretty much the same thing for Atlantis. Hollywood and time have distorted the truth, but a city did exist at one time.

I really seem to be reaching for topics today.

As much as I rail against the profession of psychology, its the field that my brother has chosen to pursue. I have always been the somewhat temperamental eccentric older brother, so I'm not really sure how to react to this decision. It is his life and I have no idea how much my opinion means to him. Then again he has my siblings and myself to study in his spare time.

The latest issue of National Geographic arrived in the mail and gave me something to read on my lunch break today. Every time I read that magazine I am struck by how small my scope of the world is in comparison to other people.

A recent thread on diary-l was on whether or not your significant other knew of your journal. Yes, mine does know about it and has read some of it.

This entry was pretty sloppy, but I haven't been writing in a few days, so it'll take some time to get back into it.