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There's just nothin' like starting the day out with a fresh coffee stain on a pressed white shirt. Ooolahlah! Other than tip-toeing through some powerful images, my morning has been a series of lackluster meetings that, although necessary, lack meaning to the short timer I like to call me. I feel like the week can't pass fast enough as it becomes clearer that attitudes are changing... others and mine. I feel uplifted at the thought of new opportunity with a sense of adventure while exhausted in my final days here. I can't get enough sleep. I could sleep for days. There are things I need to do that slip through my fingers. I tell myself to make a list. I make a list. I lay down in the evening and realize I forgot the list. I didn't do anything on the list. There must be some psychoanalytical explanation besides senility. I'm only 33 damn it. This domain, by the way, may have a service interruption while I sort out the transfer of service shit between the ghetto host I currently use and some yet-to-be-selected home of said blogournal. Lunch is dangerously approaching. If I could chase down a wild antelope and feed like a Serengeti lion, I would. I'm hungry enough to eat a small child with no ketchup. Tick tock. My tummy roars.