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Its 12:30am and I can hear the pelting of frozen rain drops against my windows here in the basement. The soft hum of "The Album Leaf" plays on my itunes and my eyes droop lower to the lullaby melodies the speakers are pumping out. What a long week...

Work has thoroughly and meticulously kicked my ass. 48 hours this week alone on top of the 50 from last week will make a hefty check for sure. Hopefully I can find some fun plans to make use of said money.

Besides work, not too much else is going on. I've been trying to work on one poem a day and really just fine tune a lot of small projects.. when I have the time. Between sleep and work it leaves me little room to do anything for myself. Its these times that make me a better person, I suppose but then again without fun there is no possibility for me to vent.... and boy do I need to vent about work. I won't get into it here, just make me angry, but needless to say I'm sick of the Christmas season and everyone's stupid questions. Sigh

I work at 6... so t-minus 5 1/2 hours I have to be there and functional, to sell video games to people. At least I only work til 12:30. Doable... but not enjoyable.

For now the bed beckons me to come to it.. not because there is a beautiful girl in it but because at this late hour I can hear the bed literally calling my name to pass the fuck out. Peace guys, stay safe and warm.. and if you are safe and warm.... then I'm the mayor of Jealoustown.