Hello again,

No, nothing exciting has happened in the last few days.

I'm still just moping around and feeling sorry for myself. I know, so attractive right? Katherine yelled at me on the phone when she asked what I did this weekend and I told her I worked and watched television.

I didn't tell her about meeting Emma during the week.

I feel like I want to keep that a secret. Telling Katherine about Emma but not telling her about my feelings toward the beautiful blonde would diminish the magic of the day. I'm just not ready to talk to her about the fact that I want to be with women. I'm using the fact that I don't want to tell her over the phone as an excuse. I know this, but as far as excuses go, it's a pretty good one.

I enjoyed my work/television weekend. I even decided to try and watch some of the Daytona 500. I'll admit that I didn't watch it all though. For a while I didn't understand why anyone watched the sport to be honest. Yes, driving the cars seemed like fun, but it was literally just cars going quickly in a circle.

About 30 minutes after I started watching it though I had a revelation.

Car number 13 (whose driver I believe was Will Scarlet) got too close to the wall and hit the edge. At his high speed this caused him to spin out and clip two other cars in the process. He was sent smoking and spinning toward the grassy area.

All three cars were damaged and smoking by the time the drivers got out and their crews came to meet them.I made note that neither of two other cars were driven by Jones.

I couldn't look away from the TV! Like most humans I must be predisposed to love watching destruction even as I'm horrified and worried about the outcome.

Is that why people watched this sport? I'm sure there is more to it than watching on the off chance of car crashing or setting on fire. I personally felt that I had watched enough for one day after that though.

However I had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time I watched a race. Maybe I just needed to ease into the sport.