Fortunately, the shit that's been bothering me is pretty well powdered now, so I'm back on my A-game. However, I am going to miss waking up and opening up my email, or one of my blogs, or a social arena and surprise myself with what was on my mind the night before as if I were reading it for the first time. That was always a treat, kind of like having an invisible friend that actually exists. I am still apprehensive to look under the black leather love-seat down here though, as I am not entirely certain that there are no dead hookers under it, but I don't smell anything, so I guess I'm good.
Today was end of month inventory and I got my boat right just in time. I don't think I could have trudged through another one doing the Sheen. They pay me a ton to do the job right, and they don't deserve to have any doubt about the integrity of my reporting. I also don't need to have any doubts because I am the motherfucking man, and I intend to hold my title.
I never had anyone in my life ever die that was worth a four day work pass. My situation regarding that has a whole lotta loony in the soup and wasn't just as simple as death. The situation itself was actually the death of all three at once even though two of them are still alive. You know, it's one thing to uh, not talk to some people while they're alive. But when one of 'em actually does kick it and the others don't tell you, they may as well have all died at once. It's a lot to grab on to and I'm not sure whether I passed or failed, but I'm out the other end of it and I guess that's something, so I'll take it. Call it an extended-December, I guess. Maybe all this will make the rest of my Decembers better, knowing, you know? No wondering anymore. Phone ain't gonna ring. Period.
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