Lost

I feel stuck.  Work ground to a halt for the startup this weekend because the prototype coding is now blocked on a meeting with the CloudMine people, and the iOS coding is blocked on the final version of the graphics.   I would love to expand on that, but I'm trying to keep this short.

I can't work on my day job, because my current task there is to ram a square-shaped open source peg into a proprietary round hole.  And I'm not talking about coding;  just IT shit.  Imagine going into a five star restaurant and asking the pastry chef to figure out how to use an old jeep from World War II to power a freezer.

Socially...I've kind of given up, for a time being.  I figured, if I'm going to move back in a few months, why bother with all the effort of trying to meet people?  Unfortunately, I don't think I could last that long.  Just today, I could have been working on a second Android app to put in the app store (since my first one is admittedly pathetic).  However, the isolation got to me and I eventually just had to get out and go for a walk--oh wait, actually thats not what happened.  There were a million things I wanted to do, like motorcycling, and especially kayaking, or bicycling, and lifting, however every single one of them puts some form of stress on the chest, and since my scare last night I'm going to take it really fucking easy for a few days.  So I've been doing a lot of laying around on the couch watching Mythbusters test things that break bones.  Anyway.  That doesn't fit the narrative, so lets pretend that I was already planning to stay inside and program instead of kayaking, but eventually the social isolation got to me and I went out for a burger.

I was in an extremely weird mood.  Normally I walk about as fast as a short person runs, but today I was walking slowly and thoughtfully, and not for a single moment was I bored.  My mind was just racing around a bunch of different topics, mostly related to moving back home.

After my burger I decided to just walk from Broadway to 15th Ave, since I haven't explored that part of the city much.  Then I got the bright idea to check out some parks I haven't been to.  There was Volunteer Park, Interlake Park, and the Arboretum all close to one another.  Volunteer Park, according to the internet, is filled to the brim every night with hundreds of men having gay sex.  So I thought I would skip that.  The Arboretum is too close to girlfriend N-1, so I headed for Interlake Park.  Volunteer Park was along the way, though, and the sidewalk ended, and it was day time, so I decided, what the heck, I'll take a stroll through it.  Roughly...30 feet inside the park, I observed someone relieving themselves under a tree.

In contrast to Volunteer Park, Interlake Park was very nice.

I have decided that if this startup I'm doing now doesn't work out, I am going to quit my job, sell 60% of my possesions (like all furniture), move back home, spend the holidays with family and friends, and then move to Europe for a year.  If the startup doesn't immediately fail...well that's something I'm still not sure about.