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Oh, work. It’s more than I wanted. The project manager called on my day-off-for-clients wanting to have an important conversation. Which in this business means one of two things: they’re canning the project and you’re gone, or they need more of you. As of now, I’m going to be spending a lot more time here. I know everybody works fulltime, ...

Uhhh-huh. I hate leafing back through the musty pages of recent memory, but today I saw something so horrendously ridiculous that I choked and spit water into my keyboard. The keyboard is fine, thank you. However, I’d like to clarify something I wrote yesterday: when I said ‘not her or him or me’, I mean my ex-girlfriend, my ex-boyfriend, and, ...

Get up, come on get down with the sickness. Hey! How are you? Yeah, me too. It’ll pass. Friday, as promised, Chico returned home. He is very very shiny and new(-looking), except I guess they busted a tail light in the whole destroy-and-rebuild process, so I have to bring him back next week. I got two tires out of the ...

i’m just tired, darlin’i can’t lay down,half-asleep and heedlessi’m bleeding dreamsi’m dreaming sleepi’m sleeping and     that half of me, silentlytakes the keys silently,out the door,and when she goes– (i go.     no choice butjust go)drowning my sorrows incoffee and gasoline