Never Trust a Russian with a Hammer

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I fell asleep last night with my contacts in. I realized it this morning at 6:14 when the alarm clock was so damn crisp and clear. The reason I was looking at the alarm clock at 6:14 is because at 6:13 I woke up in a panic after dreaming that this giant russian mob guy was about to punch me in the face after an intense struggle over the hammer I was wielding. I woke up with my hands over my face and gasping. I do at least take solice in the russian looking pretty worse for wear after messing with the likes of me.

I also dreamed earlier that night that I was trying to wash my hands with toothpaste. It was really gross, more gross than being punched by a russian or hitting a russian with a hammer.

That is all.

Holy Shit, What a Day

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I did actually have a fairly good day. Hadn't talked to Gary in two weeks so my first words to him were "hang on, I've got a lot of stuff to cover and not much time." We had a great lunch and I left with a smile on my face. I bought cables for my stereo setup today. Jesus, they were more than I could have ever expected to pay. But again, it's all in the name of technology and therefore a good idea.

I had Apple Jacks and beer for dinner. Iron Chef, look out.

The prep for our library conference has completely eclipsed everything at work. I only hope that we can pull it all off. I also am fearful of losing my voice and basically becoming about as useful as a tall, perky paperweight for five days. Perhaps some Vitamin C for dessert.

DLand - Food? No Thanks, I'll Pass

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Food and I have just not been getting along lately. I go to restaurants. I order food. I look at it. I have a few cat moments of batting it around the plate. I eat approximately 1/10 of it. I suddenly feel full. I abort the whole eating concept. Maybe I'm getting sick.We went out for seafood for dinner tonight and that, I must say, was a Bad Idea(tm). I had a small bit of shrimp and oysters. And now I wish I could go back in time and return that food to get it out of my stomach. Ugh. I did eat one lonely hush puppy too. Another stupid idea. Bossman: “Did you know Frank had never heard of hush puppies?” Russ: “What, did he grow up in a cave?” Dan: “Up north.” All: “Ah, same thing.” I'm not sure who's brilliant idea it was to take fried corn meal and dip it in butter. I can't believe I ate the whole thing.