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the strange planet inside my head



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when i don't know where to start, i start blogging. what comes out is anybody's guess.

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again, i slept most of the day away. i'm trying not to look at it as a waste; being awakened at 1:30AM for a technical call didn't help, seeing as i went to bed at almost midnight. of course, the phone call woke up the hamsters (gods rot their beady little eyeballs) and it was some time before i could get them quiet once again.

little bastards.

and so, the sleep schedule is whacked out, but we'll try to turn that to our advantage. i have another day off to straighten it out.

yes, that's three days in a row, and i had planned a surprise visit to KY (the state, not the jelly) but the weather kicked that idea to the curb, and instead replaced it with a crushing depression.

hopefully, it's a temporary thing and will soon pass.

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i did manage to find a nifty little software techtoy that has improved the speed here on the strange planet, thus delaying the dreaded Re-Install. i really don't feel up to it.

no, it's not digging a ditch but i just. don't. feel. like. it.

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so, is the Big D or the little d? i think i know the answer to that question, but we'll ignore it for now. it's a moot point, really. it's the intensity that counts.

one friend told me, when you suddenly find yourself in water, just start swimming and worry about what lake you're in later.

finding myself in the water is not sudden; just now, i can't feel the bottom anymore. now, we start treading. and who knows what's swimming around down there.

oy.

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it ain't like i ain't been here a time or two, but it still sucks. environmental or biological doesn't really matter, either. sometimes, you just gotta let 'er blow.

whether she spits or swallows is also a moot point.



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