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"As a rule, dictatorships guarantee safe streets and terror of the doorbell. In democracy the streets may be unsafe after dark, but the most likely visitor in the early hours will be the milkman." - Adam Michnik WTF have I been up to you ask (or not)? Work and more work. EL gave me the first two seasons of the Dave Chappelle show on DVD. Funny. As. Hell. We drove through a couple bottles of wine on the couch watching season one the other night. The holiday weekend was fantabulous in that I was home doing a whole lotta nuttin'. Desert of Flames expansion for EQ2 is coming out in a week, so that will be nifty on the game play side. I rode the V-Max to work on Tuesday and took a red hornet in the eyelid. That was unpleasant. When I got to the office, I went in to the men's room to use the mirror and removed the John Holmes stinger from my flesh. The left side of my face has been a roller coaster ride of puffy and not puffy ever since. I have a pretty booked up week next week after this weeks busier-than-normal-ness. I fly to Dallas for regional business reviews on Monday and return just in time to catch Foo Fighters Tuesday night at Cynthia Woods. I found out that my company is planning on placing a dedicated team based in Austin. I also found out that should I so desire, I could transfer to Austin as the Systems Engineer. I have a great home. I live in a nice area and in a great neighborhood. On the days I'm not working from the home office, I commute a whoppin' 7 miles against the flow of traffic to get to my little leased office suite. The cost of living is reasonable and my life outside of work responsibility is relatively low stress. I'm really on the fence about this... and it goes beyond the decision to sell my house and move to "the live music capitol of the world". There would be many other live changes that would result in that choice. It weights on my tonight heavily as I know that my window of opportunity to make a choice is closing by the hour. I have literally wanted to post a long diatribe about semi-important shit that's been going on for almost a week now... truthfully, every time I sit to begin, something comes up that pulls me away and then it slips. Sitting here now in a quiet office with nothing to do but catch up in words all those things that didn't make it here in recent days or sleep... the words elude me and sleep is looking sexier than ever.