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I hadn't heard anything in a few weeks, but they just told me that I am really going to houston...

although it's two weeks out, I still don't have the logistics... flights, apartments or hotel, etc...

since there will be a number of people starting with me, they wanted to do some mass e-mail with all the info. efficiency. phooey.

plus. warm weather for the winter - good while I have to work through (I'm guessing) 12 hour days - hopefully I won't have to work on fridays, because these three day weeks that I've had for the last year.

that was sweet.

but all good things come to an end (how completely morbid is that? so everything that is good must die? I don't believe that, so I guess that just nullifies my previous statement, but who cares. I can do what I want here)

so anyway. I'm wondering if I'll be prone to getting sick, due to the changes in climate from texas to michigan? I wonder if a lot of people have a weekly commute to houston. you'd think there wouldn't be, but I would have thought the same thing about connecticut.

who'da thunk it?

after reading eric's blog, I've decided to get a vanilla chai and a boston kreme from dunkin donuts.

man, I'm gonna get so fat.

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everything I have to do today is either running or is out until someone gets back to me. so it's not like I'm slacking off. if I'm gone when they get back to me, they can deal for the 10 minutes I'm not at my desk.

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how sad is it that it's only tuesday and I'm looking forward to thursday, if only because I get to leave...

it's actually sadder that I thought about leaving on thursday on monday.

actually... what's saddest is that I'm complaining about a 3 1/2 day work week. granted I do have to leave sunday night, but seriously? if it were shorter I would be complaining that I have to work at all...

hmmm... so what would I do if I didn't have to work? I might have read it online or it might have come from kill bill, but I guess retirement is the biggest killer of the elderly... when you have a job to go to you tend to stick around for it... how poignant.

so if I stopped working, does that mean I'm dead?

I'd probably do absolutely nothing for a few weeks.

literally, nothing. I would flood myself with TV and video games until I get totally sick of them (trust me, it's happened before) then I would make sure that there are absolutely no good books (because it doesn't matter if they are good or not) around for me to read that I haven't read or that I really liked that I would read again... because I would probably read every book in sight.

then I would probably start doing stuff around the house. like that cleaning thing. I should probably clean the house because it's usually a pit. (actually, it's not so bad, considering that lorie and I cleaned up a couple weeks ago... but I just like to whine about having to clean) and I should probably fix all the broken things around the house. like my playstation... well, maybe not that. but things. I've been meaning to put one of the hammocks up in the florida room, but I can't decide where to put it, plus the florida room is the unoffical official poker room.

but that's just a dream.

no one is going to pay me to not do anything. but if you guys here of someone that's hiring someone to not do anything, remember...

I got dibs.

[ha ha! i called it :-P]