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where does the time go.

they said that your twenties are a blur.

I still feel like I just got out of college.

now I am in my late-mid-twenties (considering that there are only three years of mid-twenties and I am coming up on my last year of them)

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holy crap! it is already almost 2:30pm!

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by the way.

a grande cafe carmel mocha works much better on the afternoon circadian trough than the hot chocolate/coffee mix... and it tastes better too.

now to only figure out how to get my company to pay for them...

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work.

I needed to go to the detroit office today because I am getting a new work laptop. (it is a new HP, but I do not know the specs because I have not had the chance to play with it... but it looks dope)

so I got up at the prescribed time to beat the downtown rush hour traffic (the drive really was not that bad) and I parked at the Joe Louis Arena Parking, because $5 for all day parking is dope, plus they have these shuttles that will drop you off in front of which ever building you need to go...

the catch is...

you need to get on the right shuttle.

but that is later... first comes the actual parking and getting out of the structure.

apparently they are doing some kind of renovation, because the sign that said exit lead me to a walk way that took my to the arena and not the sidewalk.

so after about ten minutes of walking around in the joe and in the parking lot structure, I found my way to where the shuttles were parked.

I see a sign that says comerica-fort, so I assume that it meant that it was going to comerica towers...

except for... not really.

it went to another comerica building downtown that was between fort and lafayette.

so I jump out at the first stop, and hike to the comerica towers.

it was a whole six blocks away!

can you believe that?

so I ended up showing up late for dropping off my laptop at the place where they exchange laptops.

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A grasshopper walks into a bar and sits down in front of the bar tender.

"Hey! We have a drink named after you!" the bar tender exclaims.

The grasshopper says, "You have a drink named 'Glenn?'"

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that is it. :-P

it could actually be an over abundance of focus...

but I just destroyed two hours of my day looking at an e-mail...

how messed up is that?

the e-mail was not that interesting and it was really quite straight forward, but I just suddenly skipped two hours of my day...

I did not notice any weird swirly energy thingys around me, nor did I activate any unknown device that could possibly cause me to leap forward (or backwards) in the space-time continuum.

and although being at the Piston's game last night was unbelievably cool, I do not appreciate the two hours that was required to actually leave the Palace.

but really, I do not have any room for complaint, as I was not the one driving. (big props to Kris for hooking up the tickets and driving and letting me sleep through the whole ordeal and getting up to work three hours later to drive to Saginaw or someplace far - but he was allowed to sleep as the person with whom he went actually drove - but BIG PROPS nonetheless.)

Also, being able to go how to take an hour long nap instead of eating, and still making it back to work within an acceptable time frame is huge. HUGE I tell ya!

not only does it break up the day, but it...

well... no, my concentration is still lacking a bit.

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what was I going to say, again?

so the record that I had on Thursday?

I busted that record by about 30 minutes today.

No one...

No

one

is in the office at 6:00 am.

The coffee maker is not even on at this time (which, by the way, takes 10 minutes to warm up before you can even brew a cup!)

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so I dropped off Lorie at the Airport this morning...

it was 5:30 am.

I spent the time between when I left the airport to when I arrived in the parking lot of the office screaming, slapping, scratching, and pinching myself awake.

I am not talking about screaming as in "AAAAAHHHH!"

I am talking the deep throated howl/screech/rattle of a man who is on the verge of death.

I could not stop to sleep on the side of the road, plus scratches on your arm actually stimulate you (which is why cutting torture recipients never pass out from the pain - but not that I would know personally) so I was actually not that bad off...

but I did have a meeting to which I had to get (which was subsequently moved to later this week, to ensure - yet again - another early office arrival of yours truly)

anyhow, the times when I am too tired to even scream at myself are the times when I should not be driving (although some might argue that I should not be driving at all)

those are the times when Lorie gets mad at me for not making her drive...

In any case, I am out of here early today.

I hope it does not rain because my lawn badly needs a mowing.

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today was the second day in a row that I got to see the sun rise.

(it looks like it will be a decently pleasant day)

I really hope that do not see the sun rise tomorrow.

or the next day.

I would much rather the sun be in the sky already...

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people say that when you start your day early, it is very productive and that it will be a good day.

I argue that if you do not have enough sleep, the day will be productive, but less than efficient, so you will essentially be as effective as if you had slept in and arrived to work late.

so it all comes down to getting enough sleep.

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and you thought your mother was just nagging you to get more sleep.

(there is something to that, you know - the getting enough sleep)

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move over dust bunnies... I think I will crawl under my desk and take a nap.