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i'm doing great! i'm doing. great.

punctuation. what a world of difference it makes. silly squiggles, dots, and lines - changing the meaning of the world one. word. at. a. time. i have a fascination with the mundane. things so insignificant, yet potently effective. you never think to pay attention. until you do; then it's profound. once upon a time i was a linguist. once. syntax and semantics. it all amuses me. ha, ha. ha!

when it rains, it pours.

finally got back to my workout routine this week after a brief hiatus. brief being around sixty days. sixty.

been going to the gym at 6am everyday this week, except today. i was too damn tired to get out of my bed at 5:20. out of shape? hardly. it's more like shapeless. i bask in my blissfully soft rotundity. being happy makes you soft. literally. i rub my belly for good luck.

i'm on a new fix for discipline. i should've punished myself today for skippin out, but the boiling hot thermal controller i use in lab got around to doing it first. note to self: touching a metal plate that is at 95 degrees centigrade causes tremendous amounts of pain. tremendous.

my pinky felt like someone slammed it in a storm door. i would've screamed explicatives had the pain not consumed me. you wouldn't believe that a two inch by two inch piece of metal could cause so much pain. immense pain that makes you want to kick in the heads of little kids. why? because misery loves company. luckily, there weren't any kids nearby. some of my friends have kids. i'm glad i don't have kids. i would've kicked them in the head for laughing when daddy cried. might as well marry a social worker.

started writing. need to keep writing. maybe i'll start bloging more frequently. i'm fumbling with words that bumble.

you just can't escape.

my life is like watching a train wreck - only i'm on it.

i miss the 80s. those were the days... days when i wore pants so tapered, they could be mistaken as french cuffed. you say fashion, i say faux pas. a few years and it'll all be relative. and none of it will matter.

lately, i've been getting high on pot every night before i sleep. the "pot" being my belly. and "getting high" meaning my rolling over onto it whilst in bed. you know it's sad when you have to lie in a hammock to comfortably sleep on your belly.

i worry that come november, we'll be having 4 more years. i see kerry trying, but it just ain't cutting it. he might have my vote, but he doesn't have me convinced - i'm only voting because he's not bush.

seems like everyone i'm talking to is voting for bush - conservatives, of course. i don't get it. i'm all for conservative values, but how can you justify the escalation of violence? he may be pro-life, but he sure isn't anti-violence. i don't care if he leads this administration with prayer, i can't take this senseless violence anymore. haven't read the good book in a while, but i don't recall preemption being a "christian" value. whatever happened to turning the other cheek? sure it might seem weak, but don't the meek inherit the earth?