Several years ago, I attended UW-Whitewater.  One thing led to another and I applied for a Summer RA position.  I didn't get it.  So, I made plans to work at the pizza place I'd worked at before I went to college.

And... the college called me and offered me the Summer RA position.  I'd cancelled all my plans when I didn't get the job, so it was basically me getting paid a small amount of money to live on campus.  I didn't have much to do.  The work was generally easy and I spent my time working on early versions of the books I'm writing and playing StarCraft.  I have to admit, I spent most of the time on StarCraft.

During that time, I made a few friends with the students coming in for the summer programs.  There was one in particular that I'd wished I'd spent more time getting to know.  It was a weird time for me, a weird circumstance, and I didn't know what I was doing.  Opportunities, if that's what it was, they never repeat themselves.  Not like that.  I know.  I tried.  And I failed. 

Too much time passed in me trying to track her down.  Too bad.  The more I found out about her, the more alike I found we were.

Dammit.

- Jim

Not much has happened over the last week.  Trust me, I will still be trying to catch up when rapture comes.  And essentially, that's what I've been doing.  Oh and allergies, but you didn't want to hear that.

I've set a goal to get a big specific chunk of my backlog done by the end of the summer.  It'll be close, but I think it's doable.  Barely.  That means two things - One, that I'll be working for a while on just a part of the backlog.  And two, that the backlog is greater than what I could conceivably finish in four months.  Eh, I've been letting it slip and my efforts at getting it under control have been inconsistent.

Anyway, I figured I'd post before people got worried about me.

- Jim