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This story sounds more like a downtown METRO local route in Houston than a rail from Long Island to Penn Station. Those METRO buses are bursting with fruit flavor.

Daddy likes.

Looks like there's another server upgrade on the horizon... maybe. I'm munchy. I'm meeting Erica for Droubi's schwarma at lunch. I dig those.

I missed the 70 and ended up on the 2. I hate it when that happens. Houston needs a METRO system like Paris. I love that city. Wow... hate... love... must be time for more java. The office is a ghost town this morning. Everyone is either out sick, hurt, or on site somewhere. This is 90% good because it's quiet. I like quiet mornings. This is 10% bad because I'm the only engineer around to request assistance if needed. This might spoil my so-far-so-good quiet morning... we'll see.

Guess who's back. It's about time... lazy bastard.

The week is building. I feel the walls closing around me. I have more work to do than time to do it... both at work and not. Flavie arrives today. Let's hope that is quick and without event. I need to finish packing. I need to do laundry and hand washables take so effin long. I am still caught in the newness of my hair color, so I haven't decided if I like it or not. Date with ex-gf tomorrow... that remains to be weird. Maybe it's not a good idea. Projects at work are numerous. Impending storm arrival leaves me uncomfortable with leaving my home (pets). Vegas train leaves IAH on Friday. Money is tight from rental property issues that arose suddenly in the last few weeks. Friends from LA flying into Vegas on short notice when they heard I was going to be in town. This could get ugly. I am weary despite the fact I have not been physically abusive recently. I feel like I should self induce coma, but that's probably my lack of morning coffee talking. I have to go to work now. This is one small box.

Wrap your rubber arms around me
as the candle burns the dragonfly
I come for you and you're there for me
We ride the white horse to the sky
You roll like a raging river
and then you pull me down
the price I pay is a monster
for having you around
Show me all of your secrets
Your poison lips make me high
You are my heroine
and the needle in my arm
You know I can't quit you baby
no matter what the harm
in my veins we mingle
You blow me away
You are my heroine
hope I make it through the day

I worked late... very late. I did accomplish some non-work items today, but none really worth mentioning. Well, I'm a chunky-blonde brunette now. I had some strong blonde highlights put in my hair. I usually fuck with my hair about 3 times a year. I was due. After my late night in the office, I met Irfan for steak at FPP. It was better than I expected. I stopped by MD and got my Guy tickets for Thursday. I am looking forward to it. Well, I am looking forward to the show, but I am still undecided on the ex-girlfriend meeting. I mean, I think I am happy that we are going on a friendly outing together, but I really don't want to go to prison. She brings out that bad, bad me... the old, dark me that I never talk about. When I'm with her, I see that me that I am trying to cover with a rug and the dust only accumulated with time. I almost never came back from that me... but I did. I can be strong. I am not that man anymore.

Ding-Dong the witch is dead. Which old witch? The wicked witch.

Work = done. Clayton = buh-bye.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhmmmeeeeeeeeen.

I don't know why this day is dragging me down.

On the up though, I did find this picture of Éclair and Estrella (her sister) when they were babies (that is my sandal next to Éclair in the photo for size reference).



Isn't my little baby the cutest thing ever!?



If you have read this blogournal for any length of time, you'll know that I hate meetings. It must be all the meetings today... sucking the life right out of me. Did I mention I hate meetings? Uh oh... lookie... I have another meeting. Ahhhh!

[clayton do not kill co-workers... clayton do not kill co-workers... clayton do not kill co-workers...]

Ugh. Afternoons.

Ugh. Mornings.