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I can't wait for the Toadies concerts this month... especially the one on the 30th... because it's with Sean. It's kinda like a special appreciation we share that we developed together. I have been really fuckin' busy this afternoon preparing everything for tonight's evolution. I want it to go smooth as a baby's butt so I can get the hell out of Dodge. I have that weariness about me that lends my consciousness to amateur narcolepsy when I'm not in motion. I think I must have boosted the stock over at Chez Satan a few points from my consumption today alone. Speaking of stock, my employer is in the news again today... more shit being stirred with an unsavory stick. It's difficult for me to go through the motions at work with a negative buzz in the air. Everyone whispering gossip and rumors that I'm convinced travel faster than fission fragments. I don't have time to follow the market and I don't have the constitution to continually watch the news. I'm doing good if I catch a tidbit of pseudo-reliable hearsay and don't get wet because I didn't know it was supposed to rain. Life is better that way. The periodicity of confusion, disappointment, and pain is sufficient in my life such that I have little need for external stimulus in those departments... especially the misguided and poorly conveyed "news" found in our very own domestic services. Anyhoo, I stained the carpet in my office by accident... not that I would intentionally place an unsightly discoloration in the entryway of my office, but it just seemed like the thing to say. I was greasing the chain on my mountain bike. Guess what... that shit drips. Duh. I was not built for slacks and tie schmoozing. I'm a barefoot, blue jeans kinda guy. I like simple pleasures and comfort. My office, other than the streaky stain on the floor, is covered in boxes of crap. Not crap as in poo... but crap as in equipment that I haven't had the time to place in storage. I'm thinking of tying a string to the door knob and the other end to my belt loop... just so I don't get lost. It's a blustery, cold day outside. I'd really like some of that hot cider they make at Montague's in the Springs. I'd really like to get away.