I regret nothing

I was going to come straight home from work today and jump right on my AI assignment. There was to be no dilly-dallying, no shopping at Safeway, no dropping by friends’ houses, and certainly no evening games of ultimate frisbee. In exactly the same way, yesterday there was to be no guitar playing (three hours), no web surfing (about 150 pages), and no fraternizing with roommates (at least two hours).

I don’t regret making that spectacular frisbee block on a guy twice my height, I don’t regret making the effort to see Dillon for the first time in a week, and I certainly don’t regret taking the initiative to buy a half pound of espresso at Safeway. I made myself a double shot around 10pm, and I’ll be damned if I can fall asleep even now. I can tell you this much: I have it alone to thank for getting me through the night. By the time we left Ravenna Park at 8:45, it was dark enough out that the frisbee was only a pastel blur against a purplish sky, and no one could see well enough to pass or catch with any efficacy, but we played until it was physically impossible to do so. The sky outside my window now is lighter than it was then. And I don’t regret it, just like I don’t regret finishing my assignment moments ago, and won’t regret staying up another few minutes to write about how I won’t regret it.

I take that back. I regret not trading my boxers out for briefs before joining Lam, Ryan and co. on the field. After the first half, a majority of my underwear had ridden above the waistband of my shorts. And let me tell you, that’s not nearly as comfortable as it sounds.

Read this and savor it, because when you see me tomorrow (today) after I wake up for my 11:30 class, you’re going to hear an immeasurably different story about what I do and do not regret.