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Small deaths

Doesn't the first day back to work after vacation feel like a death walk?

p.s. My back is KILLING me. Could it have been all the hiking up damn near vertical cliffs? Laying on the couch all day Friday napping? The week-long sexathon? Who freaking knows but DAMN, man. OUCH!

p.s.s. One week until 7th grade starts for the kiddo. His voice is in a constant state of squeak and he's growing little itty bitty armpit hairs. Ah, puberty.

In other p.s'y kinds of news, I am about three-quarters saved up for moving to my own apartment. D00d asked if I was moving closer to him. In his note, this darling line, "Yes, Virginia. There is a Santa Claus."

Ahhh. C'mere, D00d. I have a present for you that Santa can't give ya.

7:29 am - 08.25.08
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