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I've been giving this year quite a bit of thought recently. Things I've done, things I've accomplished.. new folks.. old folks... over all not a bad year. In retrospect a quick year, but a new job will do that.

Time to correlate new years resolutions and focus on new ones.

It was good to get one last legal lunch in, a trip to the Joslyn (We went to a museum, we saw priceless works of art!), and quite abit of skyrim. Now to skedaddle off to the 'Box... since you know.. that's where my year will end and begin.

It appears I survived the night. Running a mildly elevated core temp this morning (bad?), and not gurgling so that's all good. A little disappointed that my lunch will consist of apples, yogurt, and a sandwich (the plan was to hit the store Tuesday night... well that was the plan Monday night then all hell broke loose).

Let's hope I can pull it together to get some work done today!

I had some of my lunch I packed this morning, and watched a few episodes of Babylon 5 over the gurgling of my GI Track. I then slept until seven.. migrated to the couch... downed some water... and watched some Big Bang Theory and parts of Polar Express.

A little achy but I think I might survive. I'll see about stumbling through some skyrim and then turning in. Hoping this reprieve will let me go to work tomorrow.

It's a toss up of what was the ultimate cause of this side trajectory of my day... possibly under cooked chicken or that damn fancy restaurant. I should hope it wasn't the latter, but I can't rule it out. I should contact the rest of the folk and see if they are in misery as well.

I decided to go home and throw up instead of doing it at work. A good idea on my part. Feeling a bit better. May try and stomach some lunch...

Man oh man... I don't know if it was at the uber rich food that assaulted my GI track while I slept or something more nefarious, but hell if I am not miserable this morning. I was pull'n a Maryland-Matt this morning... except this wasn't in response to crap vendor hot dogs in the DC area, but fancy food my body was rejecting from both ends.

I might just head home and burn a sick day....

To everyone who reads this... I am certain the beer, rum, and gin say as much in a choir.

What an exhausting night. I swear I thought about calling in sick just so I could get some sleep. Nothing overly odd about my routine...

Side update about the neighbors upstairs - Larry indicated they got divorced, he moved out a bit after thanksgiving, and she moved out last weekend. Sad. They were married in June of this year! Geeze. I guess scrawny mcscrawnerson was abusive and shit. I'll miss 'em.. they were good neighbors. She was hot.

... tangent done. Well odd dream that pulled off like a sequel to 'Shoot'em Up'... except The Doctor moved into town, he dropped off his kid at my door, and Doctor (with wife in tow) went out to get hammered and look for house. Then it became a series of chases turned gun battles from assassins, werewolves, and mutants... Crawling through secret tunnels, sewers, and fighting robots. I never understood why I was being assaulted or if it was due to me or the kid but it was f'n annoying. Every so often, in the dream, I would stop and say "Perhaps I shouldn't have Dannybean in the sewers; his mom might disagree with that".

In the end I was able to drop the kid off, but then he bit my grimy, bleeding, sewer and gun shot residue coated hand.

I am unsure of the portent or lesson from this one.

It seems I won a two night hotel stay in Dallas Hyatt-Regency good until the end of December 2012. Without a desire or need to hit Dallas I gave them to German-American-Tim to use since his fiance is from Dallas. Don't care about Dallas; let alone I don't think I am allowed back in.

As it is this final week or so of work this year is killing me. If it wasn't for this damn game I am throwing together (with awesome graphics from Inkscape/Paint.NET) I might have passed out long ago. No one has work.. shit's quiet.. ugh.

Well I was off this last Tuesday. I decided to spend Monday evening (Bossman "suddenly" ditched me when he found out my Lawyer wasn't going to be out and about with me... something about all sorts of last minute stuff that jumped up for his trip to OH-IO) waxing my liver with rum and gin... Tuesday I spent playing Skyrim, sobering up, heading out to Fremont to pay my respects, and Tuesday night doing a few shots with my sister and then over at Monty G's for karokee with the karaokee crew. Oh.. and on the way home it was a impulse stop at the Eclipse. yeah.. wow.. .spooky quiet... and not a person I recognize (of the four people there). Fuuuuuuuuugit.

I am off for my birthday next week (yeppie), but I wonder if I can persuade anyone for a last legal lunch of the year. Naw.. they are all probably too busy with their important cases and junk.

Fuck this day.... After dealing with the EC-Council folk, New Horizons, and everyone between I have determined that I do not get a voucher for a test, look long and hard on if I should take the test or not, and if so *I* would have to pony up my five-hundo. Fucking lame. Fucking lame a millions times over draped with spades of lame-inure!!!

the question is how much is this cert worth to me? Is it five hundred worthy?

DMV for a new id - 20 minutes and $27.00
New tires and alignment - 90 minutes and $740

The frowny face from my bank account - priceless!

I am a bit too amped up and I am perplexed why. Nothing shot or snorted.. Maybe because I talked to all of my family in one sitting.. or maybe because I officially killed the lackluster gift giving idea for everyone that no one wanted to overtly say they didn't want to do... also a a bit weirded out by the conversation with my dad.. was he pissed I decided to decree what everyone was up to? I know he wasn't overly enthused... hmm.. maybe I am think too much about it?

I'll go kill a dragon in Skryim and see if I can tease out what's up with what.

I just stymied someone for knowing their address out of the blue... thank god for dns lookups and public registrar information! Bwahahaha.

My week nights so far on that blasted computer of Diane's.
Mon: 8.30 to 10pm (1.5hr)
Tues: 6.30 to 10pm (3.5hr)
Wed: 6.30 to 10pm (3.5hr)

So a blown capacitor was causing grief on her XP work machine. Mkay.. new motherboard and processor.. oh lookie.. the hard drive's boot sector won't load.. the data's there but it's not a bootable device even after an eight hour checkdisc, fixmbr, and bootfix attempts. Fuuuuuuuck. Throw in a new hard drive, power converters for sata drives, and a new dvd drive we have a damn near new computer. Oh, and the tar/dust filled fans and crap were enough to make me almost heave.

If it wasn't for my thirty minutes of stabbie time before and hour afterwards my calm would be severely damaged. Thankfully I left the pc in Diane's capable hands for all the reinstall of software (after I got XP back up and running).

I left with a promise of dinner on them for my time, I wanted to counter with "Just donate some phat stacks of cash to my robot diversion", but I was tired and cranky.

Oh, yes, My Biggest Fan, skyrim is the shizness. Screw playing with people online I have my NPC companion and I am destroying shit left and right. I am trying to figure out how to sneak up on a dragon and attack him from his back.