Legal lunch on free pie Wednesdays is always amusing. I a giant table of folk I have a tangential connection with discussing the gossip and intricacies of their days. It's always good for a laugh, and even more so when the brief fifteen seconds of attention is focused on me. The inevitable shiny monkey appears and the focus is again on some case or judge the quorum is in contention with. A satisfying adventure to say the least as far as people-watching lunch goes. It breaks the tedium of attempting to have a sane conversation with Ubergeek and my office spouse at the cafeteria.


In other random news it appears Em of The Island is set to leave me and this Salem's Lot called the Big-Oh. The shocker came a few weeks back when she informed me her two weeks were in due to one too many issues with a waitress and the general clientele. That quickly transformed into the thought of leaving for the Blessed Islands in which her folks and sibling call home. In a fit of weakness my body required sleep in-lue of my normal drunkening on Thursday nights. I felt bad at three A.M. when I woke up and realized I blew past the last Thursday at The Island. I was informed there is a 'going away' (from The Island) party planned by the eldest sister this following Tuesday at... The Island. This, after tonight's discussion, will be more of a going away from Omaha party.

To sum of the drive home (and a few restless nights)... Can I fault Em for leaving this sand trap? Not so much. Do I feel some overly embellished sense of loss she is leaving? Yes. Should I act and make some sort of gesture that she should stay? I don't know. It's been too long in that random friend zone that I have grown moss and lethargic. Do I shake the dice at something that might be there and plea to not leave? Is that even fair? Exactly what do I offer? An overweight, smoking, overworked alcoholic is hardly something one can put a bow on. Perhaps the quote I heard in a song or book regarding paraphrased 'you will be unloved until you love yourself' is applicable. Yeah.. that sounds sufficiently emo enough for this late of a post. I can barely stand myself (when I spend time enough to think about it) so is it right to ask that of another person? Fucking circular thought process. I'll probably end up getting some glow sticks, show up to the party, and then leave off into the night thoughts unsaid. Yeah, that sounds rad.

Ah.. such is the turmoil behind the veil.

Now to read a few chapters and shell the fuck out.

Night, yo'.