I am tired. Genuinely so. I wanted to go the gym today, made it all the way to the locker room then realized I don't have a shirt to change into. My buddy gave me an aww when I walked back to the lab sans work out. Tomorrow I said, tomorrow will be a better day.

I am also confused. When I was sitting in my bathtub I became rather confused by my state of confusion. It's because you are not enlightened, you are supposed to be confused, I somehow murmured. So the enlightened ones never ask for answers? Perhaps the perspective is quite different when you are enlightened, maybe answers don't matter at that point. Ok, I can live with that, if I am suppose to be confused, because I am, constantly. It makes me feel better. Maybe that's why I hang out with D, he's often confused too, he thought C++ is a bra size. So adorable.

And apparently, I am one big confusion myself. Did I tell you they were trying to figure me out the other day? After the ski trip they asked if Karen and I were dating. No, I said, why? They described the deduction process, with the conclusion that I fit the profile... 30, single, no intention to get a bf. I was amused and teased them about the amount of time they spent discussing it. D said of course they did, it's his job. It cracked me up, yes, of course, you gay ambassador. And the whole thing came up because I was telling them about this lady who thought I was an 18 year old boy. I'm just one big question mark, Guess should hire me as a spoke person.

Most importantly though, I am genuinely grateful, for the ppl around me who help to make things less confusing.