duffy

Sitting here early morning pre-sunrise, pre-babies laughing/crying/squeaking themselves awake. Craving breakfast but wanting to slow the morning down so I can just read and write and study for one more hour in peace. I love mornings, but they go by too quickly. The day slows down when you don't want it to.

I am so sick of Florida. I just want to go back to the desert and the mountains where my people are. This is strange to me, lately, because the only time I'm happy here is when it's raining, or when I'm drunk, or when I'm in bed . . . Or all three. Luckily we've had a lot of rain, lately, and I don't...
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I'm needing something. Something more, and something less. Maybe more sleep and less work? Maybe more time to write and less time to grind out work that makes money for others. More time with my family and less time with corporate slave drivers. More money. Less bullshit.

The best white comedian of his generation. George Carlin - Rest in Peace

A sad day for me. I will miss him.

It's Friday, thank God, and my project team is going out for a morale-boosting Happy Hour(s) at 3pm today on the company dime. I'll take it easy, though - I'm trying to be very moderate in all my intakes, lately. I have ten pounds to go before I get to my target weight, and I do need to get to the gym tomorrow morning, and...
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So I watched Children of the Grave last night on the Sci-Fi channel, and it simply wallowed in lameness. I had seen the one on the Ghosts of the Waverly Sanitarium a couple of years ago, and it was pretty weak, but this was absolutely worthless. Please find it on YouTube and let the Booth brothers know that they still have much to learn about...
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It's the new year. The last one's been amazing, and the twins turned one this month. I can't believe how lucky I am to have them. Life can still suck in many ways, but my boys make it all so much more bearable.

Bless you all, and I hope we all have the best year we can in this crazy world.

Peace,

Duff

I don't talk much.

It's been near a year since I writen anything here, and now that I've done it I wonder who'll run it - through their minds and sympathetic thoughts, or jaded disdain for cheap, trite pot shots . . .

Who are you? Do you care about strangers? Do you see a challenge or do you see a danger?

Thank God it's flippin' Friday. Brutal week at work, again, and it hasn't helped that all I want to do is stay home in bed. I don't even want to go in today, when it's likely to be laid back and easy, including the mandatory fun office Christmas lunch. I didn't pitch in, anyway, so I'll be taking in a lovely Healthy Choice frozen entree...
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Today might not be so bad after all. Somebody, anybody, tell me what's the best thing that's happened to you on a Monday.

Monday, bloody Monday . . . Everyone watching, anyone, tell me how wonderful Mondays can be.

Argh. Work. Mandatory fun. (It's good for morale, see.) Not in the mood. Want to sleep, and play video games, and read three books. Just three.

Please?