it's been too long since i've been here to bleed out my thoughts.
i'm sick and i guess my thoughts flow a little better when i'm off balance somehow. lately i've been mostly very centered and keeping to the middle of the road with occasional meanderings to the shoulder to smell the roses.
i narrowly avoided the cliff diving episode and have straightened that whole mess out. it was not a good place for me to go as i know there are rocks there. big sharp rocks. and just enough water to make them cold and ominous.
work will hopefully be mellowing out soon - no more out of town trips for business, only pleasure.
speaking of pleasure, my beloved is coming up from Austin and will spend most of the week with me. we will be driving back down Thursday night to spend the long weekend in Austin and will be coming back the following Tuesday.
it will be a great weekend but i'll miss the gingerbread boy. it will be freakishly weird to go over a week without cooking anything for him or hearing COD4. my evening isn't complete until i've heard "Our UAV is online!" or "Friendly air strike is on the way!"
maybe i can convince him to spend a little bit of time online in Rainbow Six: Vegas . . . naw. prolly not. and i can't play this one for shit. you don't really do co-op offline and he got better than me so much faster that i just never stood a chance. oh, well, you can't play every game the boys play, i guess. i'm pretty good at being his tactical advisor. well, at least i'm getting better at it.
in other news, i got my promotion as of January first but i guess it bumped me up just enough that i can't really tell on my checks. maybe it has something to do with taxes or something, i dunno. all i know is that it didn't really give me more to take home, just more for someone else to take away. at least i have the status now and that is a good feeling and a bad one. i'm now "the man". i'm what i rebelled against. i'm a parent, i'm management - at supervisor level - and i'm salary. i don't get paid overtime. i measure my pay at the year level, not by the hour. it feels weird. uncomfortable, like wearing pantyhose and too much make up. probably how you guys feel when you have to wear a tux. i feel like someone will come by any minute and tell me to stop playing dress-up.
well, i'm going to go watch the boy be the girl in the bukkake of death for a little bit longer before i run along home to my NyQuil and the blessed pool of dark dreamless sleep it offers up . . .
confessed on Friday, Feb. 08, 2008