Yesterday I went on a trip down memory lane and looked through all of my random papers from the past. Elementary report cards, school photos, and letters from family members as I was away in the Philippines basically all alone at the age of nine.

What a blast from the past, but it also really made me feel a bit sad. In letters people always write so many things with intentions of what they would like to happen in the future, but very little of that may ever take shape or form. It made me remember how homesick I felt to be in such an alien land with no one that I knew from my previous life in Canada. I spent 6 months there with family I never met before with the purpose of attaining a life experience of some sort. In truth I did see and learn many things that Canadian children would probably never get a chance to even imagine. But it was sad to be alone.

Also, looking at my class photos and thinking to the present time. I actually have very little to do with any of the friends that I once had long ago. Many of them are now complete strangers to me.

So,

Earlier this week at work, my finger apparently caught a micro splinter and I didn't notice it until the day after when it swelled up like a balloon and got infected.

Had to drain the thing and perform self surgery to remove the little black splinter made of who knows what.

Finally today the swelling as subsided, but my little finger still insists on producing green ooze.

Tomorrow I want to go to the gym and perform my favorite exercise, the deadlift.

It would be awesome if while holding the barbell with over 400 pounds on it, in midair my finger just explodes green goop all over the olympic platform.

Freaking sweet.