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Step out the front door like a ghost; Into the fog where no one notices The contrast of white on white.

After a shitty day of chillis, a crashed database server (due to hard drives being filled up because someone didn't give share access to a folder on the last server upgrade), and my custom alert form taking seven seconds to process each nine hundred items thus timing out, a trip back to work because a power saving feature kicks my pc offline, a nap, and drinking... I am left with a sense of wonder and awe at the world.

Cara's last day came and went with a crazy Friday that tapered down to a trickle. Glimpets was there, as was Paul the Cook.. hilarity ensued and eventually everyone peeled off to go to bed. I am facing a six-thirty am call time (less than three hours away), but distraught one of my tribe is moving on.

Let's not think this is purely sad thing - more like bitter sweet. Another person I am emotionally invested in leaves the reservation for fame and riches. One would think I would build a callous to these events, but no.

Either way - the last song - BoysIIMen - "It's So hard to Say Goodbye" with Scoot and Cara doing a nice couples slow dance in a darkened bar with only the glare of GoldenTee and the jukebox to be their light.

Hopefully she finds her niche and strikes it rich out in the south Floridian area. All I can think about is the years of hanging out and learning about her world and her aspirations... trying to more programmatic and objective way to cut her into her desired field... success and riches.

Either way - another alumni out the door and the tribe fractures. Hopefully she finds what she is looking for, does it with class, keeps above the cess, and eventually swings by.

Time to refocus on those who have come back in to town and intrude on their lives if only to make my life a bit more warm.

Fucking mornings.

And I'll take with me the memories
To be my sunshine after the rain
It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.

Why the hell are all of the cool toys potentially f'n toxic?

Build Your Own Laser Cutter. Suuuuuuure.. for a mere fifteen-hundred bones and I get the parts for a mother-f'n LASER CUTTER! ARGAAGG!!

Cutting, etching, and general laser-ie goodness.

You know - it might not be a bad thing I am hampered by living in an apartment. The last few project seedlings have a common factor of:
- building
- noise
- potentially toxic fumes
- potentially burnable

Lord knows if I had a house there would be a pile of awesome machines in a basement with 4" silver flexible tubes going to vent ports in basement windows.

Let's hope I would not pass out from a malfunction venting system.


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Yeah, Cara's last Saturday. Sad event. Only a Monday, Wednesday, and a Friday left before she's off again into that big-girl world.

It seems that I will be buying my first iron (for actual, real, honest to god ironing) - but not ironing board - tonight.

It just seems so... peculiar.. that I have lived this long sans one but now I need one. Damn complexities of life! I swear it may be months or years before I use it again.

Now that I think about it - I could use it on 'fancy pants' days at work when clients show up.. versus having moderately wrinkled khakis..

One small step for growing up... one giant leap for.. er.. who knows.

What an odd night. Of all the horrible possibilities running through my head this was the least horrible and least expected. The horror stories of crashing on a drunk/stoner's couch.. the level one or two attempted psychological abuse... the out-and-out lies of the promised residence/situation... and the inevitable return back home to the re-realization that someone needs to live for them and not chase boys.... all intertwined with music and adult beverages.

*le sigh*

Something's a foot and I am not sure what it is. It seems.. SEEMs.. that my planned evening of quietly lounging on my bear skin rug in front of my fireplace to do some reading and thinking has been chucked out the wind'der with the swipe of 140 characters.

Amazing.

In other news I also hoped work's twitter account would use the meme of " we are in you".... but I guess not.

It might just be government instilled paranoia but I am doing the yearly flu shot thing today. Hopefully it doesn't kill me (though that seems like a yearly risk).

A little disappointed the Stratos Jump hasn't happened yet.. I'll be pissed if I missed it.

In other news A Pimp Named C-Mack is heading back to Florida with an actual modeling contract in November. Tears will roll. This time the contract thingy has her agent also actively sending her out to calls and such. Less vacation. You hear my Lawyer?!

After a day in a haze I took a nap and got sort of back on track.. then I decided wings and a beer was a good idea at 8pm at the 'Box.. then a quick jaunt to the grocery store, the gym, and snuggle up to finish my book. Some how Yvette and the Sunday night crew made it 12am.. the grocery store at 12.30.. and now 1.30am for reading/bed.

I'll call Monday my hard reset day.

PS: I think the Fremonsters moved out from the 2nd story apartment.. their deck is suspiciously absent of chairs, couches, etc.