I am supposed to be asleep. I have a meeting at work in 5ish hours. I was supposed to be working tonight, but I didn't. Somedays you get sick. Somedays you pretend.
I'm looking out of my new window. There is also another window to my right. Both of them show lights. A shopping center. An intersection. A gas station. A liquor store.
It is pretty hot in my house, even now, at 1:32 in the morning. I have a bed made up in the living room, with a fan blowing on it, with a beautiful woman in it. I should be in it.
Something about all of this makes me feel really old.
The cursor sat there blinking at me. I could do nothing about it. I'm going to try to sleep. I'll get to what all this nonsense is about later.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
lights of the (sort of) city
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You have a meeting about burritos at 6.30 in the morning? That seems out of all proportion to the urgency usually associated with Mexican food. Do you make burritos for International Peace-Keeping Forces? For the U.N.? For... Obama?
Hope things are okay with your girl. Your post makes it sound like you might be in the doghouse.
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