The Return of Destiny, it was destined to be.

Well, The Knife of Destiny has returned from the desolate wastes of the forgotten abyss (it was behind the refrigerator). This was good news, and it made me happy. Last night I was troubled by bad dreams. I have been having dreams since I got here. They occur almost every night. They are mostly based on infidelity. Not the most fun thing to be troubled by. Oh well, what God wills shall be. I just hope that he wills that I don’t need to suffer that pain. Today I was told that I was going to be working nights, and to go back to leave work. About three hours later I was awoken and told that there was a misunderstanding, and that the night crew had been canceled. Just par for the course here.

Knife of Destiny?

Well, I lost another knife. This one was a CRKT m16-14ZSF. I am not sure why, but I was very attached to it. I only had it for a week, but I connected to it. Could it be that I am trying to make meaningful connections with objects to fill a loneliness? Probably. Regardless, it saddened me. I have lost two knives since I have been here, and I am not going to buy another... Maybe I will. If I do get one, will it provide the same connection? Would it be just a cheap fill-in? For whatever reason, I guess that I am not supposed to have one here. To paraphrase Mr. Cash "John, don't take your knife to town". Maybe that is the reason. Have I conveyed that this lose affected me more than it should have? It is hard to explain, but it fills like a small hole in me now. Way to attached to a piece of metal and composite. Sigh.

240 Volts of muscle shredding power!

Damn, 110 Volts is nothing. I got zapped by 240 last night, and my left bicep, tricep, and shoulder, are sore as hell. It made me angry. I was trying to vacuum my pod, and it blew a fuse in the transformer. I turned off the transformer, unscrewed the fuse, and... WHAMO!!! So today, my muscles are sore from the contraction. I tried to lift today, but only did a few sets. It feels like it is the tendons. Yesterday Ivan was laid to rest. He had become increasingly hostile, to the point of us worrying for Kade's safety. He will be missed, but it is for the best. Liz is taking it hard. She is stronger than me. Every time I thought of putting Ivan down, I would rationalize a reason not to do it. He had a good life. He was loved, fed, sheltered, and was part of a family. Sarg is getting long in years, and it will probably not be long before he passes on too. I am not sure if Kade will know, care, or notice that Ivan is not around, but I hope he doesn't. He seemed to like Ivan a lot. We all did. Fare thee well my pup. You will be missed.