Which half is bigger

I went to a Naturopathy info forum on Saturday. I wanted to stick around at the end and ask science-related questions, but the cognitive dissonance grew too great and I ended up fleeing the scene, and bursting into tears upon home arrival. People's beliefs are so strong, that it's hard not to take conflict personally. I'm still glad I attended, and the participants were completely reasonable people, but sometimes I feel that I'm the only one out there without strong ideology. It was good to talk to Matt S. at the Acadia party on Saturday, because he's in a similar career dilemma, but has a much more chill outlook.

Acadia gave me a hangover, the first one I've had in a while. I ate McDonalds on Sunday morning, which solved the acute problem, while perhaps contributing to other longer term problems, but what can you do. Then I headed over to Dolores park for Jon's bday and watched the Blue Angels fly by while lying half asleep on a blanket. I successfully continued avoiding my career woes throughout the rest of the evening, and have only turned to face them once again this sunny Monday morning.

Francisco sustained himself on morsels the entire weekend. He was obsessed, and said the word "morsels" about 15 times yesterday. He loves tapas and varieties of strong flavors, but yesterday he embraced these joys to such an extent that I couldn't help but laugh every time the m word came up.

There isn't really anything thrillingly new going on. I have nothing to do at work but think about career dilemmas. It's an ok place to be, but I'm ready for some movement again. Maybe I just need to fast. Something to spur me out of complacency and recession.