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I am watching the rise and fall of my salvation
There’s so much shit around me
Such a lack of compassion
I thought it would be fun and games
Instead it’s all the same
I want something to do
Need to feel the sickness in you

I feel the reason as it’s leaving me, no, not again…

Welcome to Monday, and what a day it is. It rained here all night, and this morning is foggy, dark and dreary. My car apparently sat so long low on fuel that it was a bitch to start this morning, but it finally did.. with the fuel light staying on. Managed to make it down to the Amoco right outside the apartment complex and fill-‘er-up without too much drama. Even splurged a whole buck on a gas station cappuccino, which I hadn’t had for a while. Better still, made it to work w/o getting said cappuccino all over myself, so I guess the day isn’t off to a bad start afterall.

Taking Tylenol Allergy/Sinus medicine before bed consistently makes for fucked up dreams…. that I’m just not in the mood to write down right now.

Well, JT is in Chattavegas until at least tomorrow. It’s been a killer weekend for him, I’m sure. Got off work Friday at noon, drove to Chattavegas to work on his dad’s PC and borrow his dad’s truck, drove back to Atlanta, loaded up his motorcycle (and me) and drove up to Asheville, NC. It was worth it, though, because Saturday we spent most of the day on the bikes riding through the mountains and Asheville surrounding area. Was really, really nice. Then Sunday was another long day, got up, loaded up the bike, drove back toward Atlanta, unloaded bike about 50 miles north of town so he could get some more riding in while I followed, then immediately hit a huge construction traffic jam, so he got to roast in his jacket on the bike in the hot sun. Finally broke thru, and the rest of the trip went well. Got home, unloaded, he showered and repacked a bag, hopped in the truck and set off for Chattavegas again to return it. And well, there he is still. His little brother’s birthday is next weekend and he/we’re going to miss it (Petit-Le-Mans and Rush concert) so I guess he’s hanging on an extra day or two to visit in lieu of that.

And, well, since I just gave in and took a pill and passed out last night instead of staying up and say.. taking drunken picts to post online.. I guess I missed chatting JT, but I know he made it to Chattavegas. I managed to watch Panic Room.. which was okay.. and tape Angel’s season premiere, since I didn’t want to go to the movies with Jim and Magoo and leave it to the whim of our vcr. I think they saw XXX which I’ve already seen anyway.

Oh well. This same stupid pile of crap reworks is still sitting here all over my desk, so perhaps I should see what I can get done.