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You know, the ass-spawn who made the House cafeterias change the name of an innocent potato product... those guys were the same little shitheels on the playground who hung on the coattails of the teacher and tattled on kids like us for playing Doctor, my good Reader. You know it. The big kids are sniffing model glue in the oval office and flipping coins to...
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Well, well, well...things are turning up a little, O most welcome Reader. What an interesting view I have up here on this wave. Oh, sure, it's gonna come down and smack the beach hard in time, I know, don't cover your eyes, it's only water... but in the meantime, let's take a deep cleansing breath, think about Happy Tree Friends, and enjoy that bodacious view....
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So I make it through this fun lil' two month trial-by-fire. During that time, I watched work soak up more and more of my energy, invade my headspace, permeate me... and now it's passed. All the energy is coming back. I have this elevated level of operation in effect... and precious little in the way of outlets. It's like pulling the drainstop out of the...
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It's March, February's gone g'bye, spring is in the wings having a smoke before she steps on stage, and the heart beats just that much faster.

Feb's end brought the end of probation at work for your humble scribe, Reader, and I'm proud to announce I passed the crucible with flying colors. Cheer if you care to, I know I'm grinnin'. All the energy I've...
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So, it's real mighty Texas cold tonight. Freezing rain, loss of power, reading by candlelight cold. The juice came back recent-like, and lo, a journal entry appears.

I suppose I'll look back on these frigid moments in a couple of months and giggle nervously. You know, when it's 90 degrees at 2 in the morning, and humid like Swamp Thing's nether regions. Yep, boy, sure...
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Tuesday came, Tuesday went. Gloom and despair dropped by, but Agony was busy elsewhere. Two outta three, and I'm punch-drunk and weaving, but still on my pegs and ready for the bell.

Yes, O reader, Grace has passed on to another part of the sea, leaving me sad and blue. And I look like shit in blue, give me uniform black.

But I digress. The...
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Grace returns.

so nice, O reader, to spend the eve with her. Walk with her, drink with her, be with her. I'd tell you what I did on stage in front of a crowd for her, but you'd never believe me. Truth, friend, is stranger than Fiction, especially with me at the helm.

Her hand in mine, under the stars.

Parting, embracing, eyes meeting, and...
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Grace.

It's a fine state of being.

It's her name, too. Grace.

Some people are aptly named... you're introduced, and you think - nice touch on the name there, it fits you perfectly. And so it does with Grace.

How strange, that prior to this evening, the drive in my ticker was rage... rage at the bastards, rage at the world, rage to direct and...
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Out of the cold...

...into the flame. It's barely 2003, and my karmic wheel done got into the ditch, O reader. It's amazing what you can find in the ditch, lemme tell ya. Oh, sure, there's the usual beer bottles, fast food cups, and used gum. But I'm finding new things, like a better spine and a willingness not to let the bastards get me...
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I'm in Seattle, holla if ya hear me...

Well the fallout has settled to a cheery grey haze, and with any luck there won't be too many mutations from it. I didn't even punch anything.

One fence was mended, another seems pretty well torn asunder. She'll be missed.

Did the XMas shopping today. Not as painful as it could've been, mainly because I was able...
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