**My High of Yesterday **: Seeing our nearly two year old son run to greet his daddy and give him a kiss when Daddy arrived home from work.
Low: Listening to a neighbor whine about the continual problems they’ve had with their builder. If it was a once in awhile whine, I wouldn’t mind, but it’s every friggin’ time.
I’m living so beyong my income that we may almost said to be living apart
-e e cummings
yesterdays Low: Work.
Yesterdays High:Chatting up a very nice Girl from Sacramento who is on holiday here for St. Patricks Day. Promised her I’d “Show her around” 
well, at least one person wants to meet me…
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Cheers!!
It took me quite a while to figure out what that “Luck of the Irish” thing actually meant, but I think mr. Larrigan here just showed us all 
Coldfire
Voted Poster Most Likely To Post Drunk
"You know how complex women are"
High: E-mail from GBS
Low: Battle stations (GQ) for two and a half hours…
Voted Best Sport
And narrowly averted the despised moniker Smiley Master
Forward deployed until 18AUG00
March 15 High—My new book got a rave review in Publisher’s Weekly!
March 15 Low—The damn magazine where I work refuses to mention my book, despite the fact that we have a “new books” page.
Yesterday’s High: Got to talk to an old friend from NY and I’m seeing her in a week.
Yesterday’s Low: Had an Astronomy midterm, not that it was bad, but it was a test.
“I have a lot of good ideas, problem is most of them suck.” -George Carlin
Low: Being awakened at 4:30 by 8-month-old who likes to talk to himself.
Highs: Watching daughter paint “a giant pillbug.” Curling up with a martini (rare indulgence!) and a new New Yorkerafter everyone was in bed and hubby was out with the guys.
High 3/15: Actually getting home! I’m enjoying a snow day today because there’s 16 inches of snow on my 200 yard driveway and the plow guy hasn’t got here yet.
Low 3/15: Wondering if we’d actually make it up the mountain.
My yesterday was ALL LOWS. 
I think the same can be said for a lot of the board.
Yesterday’s high: When the first girl I ever asked on a date said yes.
Yesterday’s low: When she called about 7 to cancel.
Net result: A good day-- I proved to myself I had the guts to ask her out, and based on the comparison, I’m thinking the joy of “yes” is worth the risk of “no”.
–John
'Twis brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gymble in the wabe.
Mimsy were the borogroves,
And the momeraths outgrabe.
There are only two kinds of days for me at work: The good kind, where I get to actually write code and make progress on the real work; and the bad kind, where I have to support the bureaucracy with meetings and useless paperwork.
(Guess which kind today is?)
Unfortunately the ratio of bad days to good is about 50/50. If I thought I could find a place that had more good days than bad I would go there, but I’m afraid that’s about par for my field. (See also the thread I started the other day entitled “I Got A Big Raise!!”)
(Further whining deleted by poster due to length, pointlessness and inefectiveness.)
“You have no choice but to be impressed.”
Tony Rothman and George Sudarshan
Doubt and Certainty
High: Spending time with my best friend.
Low: Shopping, even if it was with that friend.
Unknown: While I was waiting for the bus to go see my friend I was sitting staring off into space. A woman walked by, carrying a tennis racket, etc, and walking two dogs. She got a few steps past me, stopped suddenly, came back, said “Hello”. She then started running her hands through my hair, telling me she’d kill for hair like that. (I look like Satan, except with red/brown hair, with a bit of curl.)
Was nice to get positive feedback, but at the same time, kind of weird. So I’ll list it as an unknown.
High: LSU pulls out the win.
Low: My sister, at 8 months pregnant, is flying down to see my Dad in the hospital, it’s that bad. I went last week. This is not fun.
High: Finished The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Excellent novel.
Low: Got depressed and started crying into my hands. Not because of the book; because of something else.
``When I was little, my mother told me not to look into the sun. So one day when I was six, I did.’’ – Max Cohen in Pi: The Movie.
Today’s Low: A co-worker’s birthday was today. My boss got her a beautiful card. I asked, “So where’s my card?” (b-day was last week). Boss said, “I didn’t get you one. Your birthday wasn’t on a workday.” WhatEVER, bitch.
Today’s Low: I won two, count 'em TWO, trivia contests at work during inservice day. I kicked ass!
todays low: little miss bitty ditched work, and we were oh, so busy.
todays high: i saw the cutest, most polite little boy today. oh, how he made me smile.
if wishes were fishes, we could walk on the ocean.
Lows today:
Counseled one of my regulars, Mark (not real name). A 42 year old who was once a buff, gorgeous, intelligent Marine (I’ve seen his pictures) but now is in a wheelchair, wears a helmet with his bus pass taped to the front, weighs around 80 lbs, talks with great difficulty, is incontinent, lost his wife and daughter, all because a drunk driver sped through the streets of the military base and hit him as he was walking back to his barracks.
He attempted yet another suicide last weekend by drinking a full bottle of Windex.
Spoke with and hugged an elderly widow who hasn’t been able to function since her husbands death last December. Her children will have nothing to do with her because she spend what little life insurance she received on his funeral. They think she deprived them of money they deserved. I wish I could get her to eat. She won’t stop crying.
Talked with the father of a young soldier who will be transferred to Utah as soon as they are able to move him safely. He was attending a party at a beach when he dove into shallow water. He will be paralyzed from the neck down for the rest of his life. His father said that he was an all star football champion in high school and in the military. He still hasn’t told his son that his fiance does not want to take on the responsibilities of living with a paraplegic. The thing that has pulling him through his ordeal is thinking that she is home waiting for him.
Highs:
Coming home mentally exhausted and having my 9 year old son hug me and say “If you weren’t my mom, I would want you to be my girlfriend because you are nice and pretty, I mean if you weren’t so old and stuff.”
You turn me on. But maybe it’s because I just spent 20 years in the jungle, getting it on with anything I could attract with a piece of fruit.
HIGH… getting my paycheck
LOW … realizing that it’s already spoken for. Damn my impetuous youth!
High: Seeing my son crawl (on all fours) for the first time.
Low: Getting my dog to let go of the dead squirrel I caught her with in the yard. :eek:
Prairie Rose
If you’re not part of the solution you’re just scumming up the bottom of the beaker.
High - having my company love my first concept for their new corporate look. Saves me from having to come up with several others. YEAH!
Low - not being able to see my guy.
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!