I've been thinking a lot recently about the horrible sacrifice that game designers and others in any office-type field have to endure. For almost 8 hours a day, those of us who work in offices have to sit down. We have to sit down for almost 8 hours! With my recent increase in hours at the EMC, I've really been feeling the hurt associated with this horrible, horrendously inert sacrifice -- and so has my butt.

I had my last day at work this past Thursday, so on the good side of things, my butt can recover. To be honest, though, I was very upset about leaving the project behind. I'm excited about what my future in Montreal has for me, but I can't help but feel uneasy about leaving things so unfinished. I really want to see the project to the end, and I'm afraid of what will happen when I return. I just have to keep going forward and reminding myself that things will work out in the end.

Due to a recent mixup, I've found myself at home moving half of my apartment back into my old room. The sweltering heat has left my brains a bit melted, but I'm surviving somehow. Nick and I drove down to his house on Thursday and enjoyed a leisurely weekend with his family and friends, topping off the weekend with his birthday bar-b-que and a day at the beach. As we drove back up to my house, all I could think about was my late cat, Max. I wondered where my Dad buried him, and I thought about asking him if he could plant a tree over his grave. I know that if that tree grew, it would have the most personality. Whenever the wind blew, it would be the first one to laugh as the wind tickled its leaves. It would always willingly give shade, and even sometimes, it would listen to you as you tell it your life story -- only sometimes, though.

I'll be leaving my house today without ever asking my father where Max was buried.