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i am about to leave.

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regarding time, my week is half done.

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I am too busy to think right now...

probably one of the best reasons to subscribe to HBO, but last night I finished the entire 2nd season of entourage... finally...

I wasn't able to watch the series as it unfolded due to the fact that premium cable just doesn't make sense right now for us... so I will have to wait until I go to a house with HBO ondemand or I will have to wait to buy the third season on dvd...

random... I know.

but it is a good show.

no matter how exciting the week before was, for some reason, work drums out everything given enough time.

it has been only two days since I have left brownsville, but due to the monotony repetition that comes with having a job, it might have been a year ago.

you see, lately I've been noticing that things that happen a few months ago, or even a year ago, are still very fresh in my head.

take the last time I saw luis, for instance... the last time I saw him was at my wedding. almost two years ago.

we picked up like it had been only a few days.

it's like that with a lot of my friends. it's good and sad at the same time. but we all have things to do, and we can't hang out all the time.

there are those friends, however that one must "handle" if they haven't been around for a while. probably more so because they are not as close as one would think, but probably also because of some history or whatever...

in any case, days are to hours as weeks are to days as months are to weeks, as years are to months...

I've been told though that it shifts once you have children, and it shifts several times...

I'm in my late twenties... yet I keep thinking that I'm in my early mid-twenties...

some people say because I'm married, I've automatically added ten years to my age... which probably means to them I'm in my early mid-thirties...

but I still get carded... which means that I look like I'm in my early twenties... but because I'm fat and out of shape, I feel like I'm in my mid-I'm-fat-and-out-shape-ties...

I just want to go home.