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"You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?" EL is a fucking genius when it comes to wifehood. She planned another luau this year without leaking info to me about any specifics and it went off well this past Sunday. Granted, a lot of peops couldn't come because of a prior commitment conflict or the stereotypical American fear of breaking out of the time scheduled rut in life, set by our society of lemmings, requiring them to be good on a school night. She set up a four hole putting green in the back yard and established the first annual "Par 1 Whiskey Tournament". Our entire house was tiki'd out and quite tropical. A lot of good folks showed up for the libations and I believe that a good time was had by all. I've been struggling with exhaustion over the last week or so for completely other reasons than partying. When EL came back into town last Wednesday sicker than a dog (what the fuck does that mean anyway?), I was already tired from restless sleep. I need a little quality time in one of those sensory deprivation chambers while highly medicated. Body must rest. Anyhoo, things are tricky at work and I'm pretty busy... hence the complete and total A.F.K. I've pulled recently... but hopefully, things will settle down a bit.