It's hard to really capture one's feelings after a loss like this. Anger, frustration, disappointment. You'd think one could become numb to such events, but one can't. At least this one -- me -- can't. Each time this happens, it leaves me deflated.
Tomorrow morning when I'm sitting in my cubicle, sipping coffee and slinging technology over the telephone, I'll be over it. This weekend when I'm watching naked people riding on bicycles through Fremont, I'll be over it. Life goes on and all that jazz, you know? But in the month -- what in the bloody hell, man?
Oh hey, guess what I get to do now?