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"let it flow - let yourself go - slow and low - that is the tempo" I usually listen to NPR on the way in to work and build this list of shit in my head that I'd like to write about once I'm here (in CorpoHell). What normally happens is: I get to my office, sit down and weed through all the email that's come in since I last checked, do my daily morning report, take care of any brush fires that need putting out, get some coffee, and presto! I forgot what I was going to write about... hence there is no morning post about what is going through my little head. I vaguely remember the drive in this morning. It was early. I was so exhausted yesterday that I went to bed really early. I suppose I woke up early because of that, but regardless, it was earlier than "usual". I took care of some work from home (including aforementioned morning report), went through the drive through at my neighborhood Chez Satan, muddled through traffic wondering why I put myself through this shit, and got here while the crickets were still chirping. There is so much shizzle on the radio and television concerning the upcoming presidential election. I had this gut feeling from the beginning about Kerry, so I'm glad he faired well up north. I really don't know how I'll vote yet. I have no partisan loyalty and have always felt that people that choose to vote straight down party lines are quite closed minded. It's a tough pill to swallow for some folks when they realize there is no messiah in politics. You can't make all the people happy all the time. The sunrise this morning was nifty. It had the look of a clear, crisp winter morning but with the residual clouds the light was scattered in brilliant gradients of blues, purples, and oranges. It was the one pleasant distraction in traffic. The faulty key on my failing laptop is migrating. Two weeks ago, it was the "i" and "o" in indecision, last week it was solidly the "m", and now it is the "v". It's irritating like cactus in the butt crack. Every time I want to type the key representing the spoiled flavor of the week, I must hammer it several times to get it to work. It's one of the many joys working here at yet another company spiraling to the abyss with no money for hardware refresh south of the executive echelon. It's almost nine and I'm four hours into my day. Calgon, take me away.