Smart people underperform when it's too goddamn early.

I'm going through the registration for the American Association of Orthodontists Annual Session in May. There's a course titled "Why Smart People Underperform: Attention, Distraction, And Productivity." This may seem like a good course, but was it really a good idea to schedule it at 8:00am? I sure as hell didn't even look at any of the courses that started before noon.

As it is, I only registered for the free reception. I'll look around and get ideas of equipment and work on my practice vision. And explore Seattle with other ortho nerds, looking to get a feel for the city and outside of some beer.

Right now I'm starving, so dinner, shower, and bed are all calling my name.

Today's gonna be a boring day, I know it. I'm not interested in what i'm doing, I show it.

Well, today was a boring day, I know it. Nothing really new or groundbreaking was presented. I dismissed most of the claims made by our two presenters due to the research I'm familiar with. I fell asleep sitting up and woke up when I almost fell out of my chair sideways.

I have to be back for more by 8am tomorrow. Fuckin' A. Not only does this kill most of my Saturday, but it does a good number on my Friday night as well. It's not like I had any big plans, though. I played solitaire for a bit, read a few things online. I'm yawning now, so I may just drug myself to sleep a little early tonight.

This morning during our morning seminar, I pointed out a clinical need for a procedure to Dr. Grubb, and he proceded to tell the story of how his youngest daughter's boyfriend called to ask permission to marry her. He had told me this story yesterday, and my comment then was to ask why the boyfriend didn't call him by his first name; his response was to ask how many girlfriends whose parents I'd addressed by first name I was still together with. His response to my clinical challenge was to relate a story which ended in him making fun of me. I started referring to him as "John-Boy" and had to define "vindictive" for him later on.

I forgot to eat dinner last night, and I can easily see a repetition tonight.

It's fucking cold. My heat is still staying off, but I'm sitting next to my space heater. I'm doing OK, but I'm loath to go out anywhere.

I wrote this Wednesday night between showering and falling asleep. I don't know what it's worth.

"I kissed you," she pointed out.
When her arms went around me
in the dead night
drawing me from my excited sleep
making me the little spoon
the feeling was mutual.
I think.
A physical display of affection.
In retrospect
how large a role did lonely longing play
in her part or mine?
And why has she disappeared
after a week of fun and flirting?

This doesn't really apply right now, but I had it written down and felt something should be done with it.