So…. some days are stranger than others, and this particular Sunday was one of extremes. In the morning I played for the second team, which is well above my level as they play in the bottom of the second division (I’m used to 3rd/4th). I made mistakes, near bloopers but also a complete shitload of saves. And in the end we managed to get a point from a team that was besieging us (1-1, we scored a lucky goal near the end). I was completely demolished afterwards, but also exceedingly happy. I always told them that some fighting spirit would get the team somewhere, but to grab points at my competition debut is something I could only vaguely hope .

And then you go home, have a dinner and then go out for the introduction drinks for a workshop of astronomers.. At the beginning it was very nice, and I had loads of fun but towards the end for some reason I started talking shit. You know, shit as in stories that make no sense whatsoever (bordering on the discriminating kind of stuff), or as in trying to make points that are absolutely horrible once you stop and think about it. Basically, it’s the kind of talking shit where you completely lose your common sense. I can assure you that a scientific meeting is really not the place to experience that. And I definitely regret that very strongly…

Like the title says, it has been a two-faced day. Sometimes when you do your best, go all out and make it happen you’re happy. But then the reality kicks in, you’re actually fucking tired and start autopiloting to the max. But this time I saw through it all, connected the former with the latter and realize that like many things in life, making things happen also comes at a price.

Now, if I only could find a way to make those prices manageable. I’m trying anyhow