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You know how in video games - currently, I'm at a loss to provide an example - they have a Turbo function where, if you hold down a certain button, your character will go faster for a short period of time until that little Turbo Energy Bar goes down to nothing, then you have to walk at a normal pace until your Turbo Energy Bar builds back up again? Well, our bodies work the same way. If you go around, drinking lots of alcohol, getting insufficient sleep, eventually your own personal Turbo Energy Bar will deplete. And, if you don't get your proper rest, if you keep stressing that Turbo button before it's had a chance to regain its full allotment of energy, you're eventually going to get so run down you'll look like Little Mac after his second knock down against Mike Tyson.

So, it should come as no surprise that I'm a little under the weather right now, guzzling Sunny D by the gallon, and blowing chunks of red and yellow snot out of my nose that look like they're about to hatch aliens. Fortunately for me, I don't have to work until I give myself the go-ahead to call the temp agency, so I'm gonna continue to fend this sickness off with rest. Besides, with only the 10 days in Houston, there was no way I was gonna half-ass my way through it (aside from that one day where I couldn't get off the floor).

I bought two little mini-posters at the Johnson Space Center - one of an astronaut on the moon where the reflection off his space helmet shows little mini-astronauts wandering around with their gear; one of the Earthrise from the Moon's surface. With the reconfiguring of my bedroom, I found I now have more room on my walls to put stuff up, so that's awesome. I'm really stoked about looking at these posters for a while, considering I was so into space as a youngster.

Anyway, I thought I'd just write this saying I had an absolutely fabulous time in Houston and to thank one Konstantin Y. Zak and Co. for the gracious hospitality. I'll have to find a way to get back down there next year sometime - once funds are returned to the black, of course.
 
 
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