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Well... told the grandparents I'm moving to Portland.

Tears all around...

Great...

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Damn it feels good to have the day off...

Part of me wants to sleep in...but the other part wants to soak up every last minute of freedom that I have for the day. So, I'm awake. For now. I'll crash around 10am and take a three hour nap, probably... but for now. I'm just sitting with a cup of coffee (and cookies) next to...
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Oh, it's a good night... no worries of work in the morning.

My partner and I were given 2 days to finish the house we started today... we kicked ass and got it done in record time. Someone (me) will be staying up late and sleeping in. There might be beer involved... or at least cookies.

It's amazing how excited I get about the little...
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Sometimes you just need to rip that bandaid off. It sucks--and you know it's going to hurt--but you also know that drawing it out and taking your time about things will only make it worse. So, yesterday morning I picked at an upturned end until i could get a good grip and: RIP!

By all that, of course, I mean to say that yesterday morning...
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I'm moving to Portland... fuck it.

PDX bound: 2007

I don't always need moving pictures, do you?

I've found that on those especially cold and dreary days--the sort of day where you march around through snow up to your knees--the fastest pick-me-up is some good, old fashioned, British sitcom abuse.

Long live Basil!

The Grammy Awards are on in the background. I haven't really been paying attention until a few moments ago. They reached the point in the proceedings where they honor those musicians/singers/songwriters/artists who have passed away in the past year, and again I feel the sting of a passing that--in many ways--had occured nearly 40 years ago when the madness began to take him.

I wonder...
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The child crawled from a cornfield, curious and confused. He looked at his world, the world into which he was born. The only world his parents knew. The only world their parents had known. The child looked at the world he was shown and studied it carefully. He asked it questions it could not answer. Slowly, the false reality began to melt away, collapsing beneath...
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So, here I am, back on the ground in Ohio again... and boy, am I missing Portland.

It was a whirlwind weekend, so I'll need proper time to let my head stop spinning to relay the adventure in the most complete and coherent way. There will be a handful of photos once I find the time to resize everything...

The bottom line: I got to...
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"Home... home again
I like to be here, when i can..."

Countdown to Portland: Less than 24 hours...

I've been doing my liver stretches, preparing for the big "away game". I'm told that it's expected of me to be a drunken mess. I'm willing to comply. I've only been around Joe with his brother Pat once, and I could barely breathe by the end of the afternoon from laughing so hard. They both assure me that...
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