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quarter-century
October 01, 2008
Last night�s fuss and bustle and social effort kind of took its toll. I don�t know if it is due to me not getting enough rest, or if it has something to do with my being so freaking busy that all the solid food I had in a 24-hour period was a small slice of birthday cake.
At least carrot cake counts as a vegetable...right?
But I am dragging ass tonight. I've been trucking along at a pretty good pace lately; maybe I just need another night with a book, stretched out on the sofa , with Mr. B draped over my legs like a furry quilt. I'm just whipped. Whipped and hungry.
I guess that the only thing more exhausting than hard work is hard work that you hate. And cripes, I hate the end of the year at work. At the same time that I.T. is trying to get ready for a systems freeze, the business side is freaking out trying to spend in the 4th quarter what they hoarded like misers in quarters 1 through 3. So it ends up being the old 10 pounds of shit in a 5-pound sack.
And guess who is holding the bag?
On a different note, I just realized that yesterday was a landmark of sorts. the 25 years ago, I went out on a blind date. And fell in love.
Happy anniversary, Scooter-Pie. It's been a hell of a ride.
Reading: "A Light in the Window", by Jan Karon.
Surfing: the delightful John K.�John Kricfalusi, of �Ren & Stimpy� fame.
Listening:Listening: Counting Crows, Don McLean, Warren Zevon.
At Random: click here
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