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February 7th, 2006

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January 23rd, 2006

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01:26 am - Stored-up I guess... I haven't gotten drunk in a long time, so this must be what's left in my system after my Navy Hard-Partyin' Days (TM) You scored as Drunk Cat. Put down the bottle, Cheech. Sign up for some AA classes and drink a glass of water. Bars are ok once in a while, but you shouldn't be sleeping at them. </td> Drunk Cat 83% Pissed at the World Cat 67% Couch Potato Cat 50% Love Machine Cat 42% Ninja Cat 33% Nerd Cat 25% Derranged Cat 8% Which Absurd Cat are you? created with QuizFarm.com

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November 7th, 2005

02:00 am - Well, Fan-fucking-tastic! I live.... I now have power again, after nearly 2 weeks without. Hurricane Wilma rocked our world down here, they say it was the worst one to hit South Florida since Andrew, but less localized thankfully. Broward is still mostly tree-less and still partly power-less, but not much else has changed. Thank all that is holy that we had a cold front (70-85 degrees) during this shitty period of powerlessness, or I'd have already packed up my shit and moved to a fucking habitable state by now. To make it all worse, I was on vacation this week. A vacation all but wasted on yard clean-up and uncontrollable sweating, with night-time candle-lit reading thrown in for good measure. I DID make a super-mega-fun-time size paychek from all of the hurricane related overtime the week before, though. 32 hours of double-time to ride-out the storm at work! It sucked donkey nuts while we were there, and for the week afterward, but that moolah is too sweet to describe when it arrives in the old bank account! Karma has been satisfied in that respect. Tomorrow (really Today, but I keep strange hours, and have not been to bed yet), I return to work and the fear of forced overtime, to a life where my intelligence, knowledge and experiences are under-valued, -estimated, and -appreciated. A place where the value of a decision is based not on it's success, but on the number of people at the meeting who claim to agree with it. A place that (outwardly, at least) encourages me to think, but not too much; that way leads to madness... Ennui, my old friend, I salute thee. Current Mood: tired

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October 10th, 2005

02:48 am - Something's going on Ever since Monday, I've had this unidentifiable feeling. The closest I can describe it is the feeling I get right before I finish a really complex puzzle or crossword. Like the answer is just dangling in front of me, and all I must do is actually bring the concept to the forefront of my mind, and the puzzle will be solved. I imagine it's akin to the feeling that a marathon runner gets the step before he breaks the ribbon and wins the race, but I hate running, so I wouldn't know for sure. The feeling is with me all day and night, although while I dream it may leave me, I'm not sure because I havent remembered any of my dreams this week, which is odd for me. I usually remember 40-50% of them, and know that I've been dreaming the rest of them. But this week, it's been deep, unremembered dreaming, not even sure that I've had any dreams when I awaken with my strange feeling. The way my mind usually works when I'm not actively thinking has changed, too. I usually drop into a sort of "auto-pilot" when doing mundane tasks, letting my mind wander coherently while my attention remains focused on the task at hand. Lately, I've lost the ability to pay attention to the "auto-pilot" task, focusing instead on the wanderings of my mind and the odd feeling. I'll drive to work on "auto-pilot" and realize halfway there that I haven't been paying attention to it, even though I'm driving just fine. Or I'll get done with wiring-up a motor and not remember any details of the job. This feeling is distracting me, always on the edge of my perception, and waiting for me to let my mind wander, only to hide in a corner of my thoughts, tempting me to find it. Is it coincidence that this feeling comes this close to the holidays, my 3 year anniversary at work (3 years out of the Navy), and my 30th birthday? Or is it merely an extension of my growing ennui with my current job? I feel more and more that I need to find a job that I enjoy, and not merely tolerate. Could it be a desire for changes in my life? If so, it would make sense that it's so strong a feeling. For a borderline obsessive-complusive like me to break with routine, the deisre would have to be correspondingly strong in order to motivate me. I am not unhappy right now, nor am I happy. Were it not for this feeling, I would tell you that I was content, but this feeling causes me much discomfort. Well, I'll leave it at that for now, and retire to my bed for another dreamless sleep, and another mindless day of work tomorrow, always plagued by the feeling. Whatever it is, I hope it makes itself known soon. Current Mood: annoyed

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September 26th, 2005

01:55 am - Hiydee ho! And now through the magic of the Internet, even though the last entry was July 1st, it is now suddenly September 26th! Read on and be amazed at my time-travelling prowess! This, gentle readers, is why I will not do two shows a night. I just won't do it. So, since the last time I updated I put a small rock garden in my front lawn next to the carport, put a new door in my laundry room, bought a sweet new computer, and put some new tires on the jeep. Nothing too interesting. Oh, and I weathered two hurricanes in one month. Yeah, two in a month, by Njord! Katrina came ashore as a category 1 on Hollywood freakin beach, and passed directly over me and my house. I had figured that I'd weather it at home without even putting the awnings down, so I just put the patio furniture in the shed and went to work that morning. I was in training that week on dayshift, so I got home at 4:30 and decided that the winds were bad enough to put down the awnings. As I got my tools, I stopped to look at the news coverage, and had time to hear the reporter mention that it was coming ashore on Hollywood beach before I saw sparks from the backyard as the power lines crossed phases and blew out my power pole's transformer. So, fearing a downed line, I left the awnings up and waited the storm out in the dark. 4 days later, the transformer was replaced and the power came back on. I would have killed someone if I had to endure one more day without A/C! I read the last 3 of the Dark Tower books by Stephen King that weekend while sweating, cursing, and drinking all the while. I had never had the experience of watching the sweat drip off of my brow onto the pages as I read them, and I hope to never have to again. Last Sunday while at my Mom's house for dinner, I heard about Tropical Storm Rita. I told my mom then that I figured that I was gonna be screwed into staying at the plant for the storm, since none of the senior guys would want to. So, Monday morn I put down my awnings (Yes, I CAN be taught!) and set up for the storm before heading to work. Even though I, a mere journeyman electrician, realized the need for a storm crew Sunday night arounf 7pm, the plant senior management, in their infinite wisdom, didn't decide on this until 3:30pm! When I walked in the door, I was told that I was 'it' and would stay at the plant until the emergency had abated. So, I worked 24 hours from 3:30pm Monday to 3:30pm Tuesday, even though the storm was determined to not be a threat to the plant at 230 am that night. and that regularly scheduled work could re-commence. With everyone else at home, that left us "storm riders" to perform the daily work on no sleep. Gotta love the fucking company, cuz the company loves fucking us! No damage or power loss at the plant or here, just loss of sleep and faith in my management. Rob is hanging out here while he's in town, and it's cool to have him back down here, if only for a little while. There has been approximately a 78% reduction in intelligent conversations in my life since he left, and about 97% drop in the geek conversations as well. As most of you all know by now, I don't do the phone thing very well, and posting here has taken second seat of late to sleeping and playing World of Warcraft or taking care of my dog, Yoda. I have finally realized that there is only a finite measure of time in each day (I estimate it at about 24 hours, give or take a few minutes each day) and I can only do so much in between working, sleeping, eating, and defecating. The more that I do things around the house or play WoW, the less that I have for writing here, reading people's Livejournals, or surfing the web for porn. Mmmmm...porn..... :) Where was I? Oh yeah, Rob. I have had probably 4 truely close friends over the years, friends that finish my thoughts and get my odd sense of humor. Friends that can follow me when I change tones in a conversation from serious to silly, and back again with ease. Rob was the first of these amazing people, and continues to be the best. I've lost touch to varying degrees with the others, but Rob and I are a constant that I believe this universe hinges on. I want to say that if we moved apart in spirit, that all of existence would crumble to chaos, but the fact is, I can't say that. Because it just could never happen. I am beginning to feel that in a few years I'll have grown out of the "hanging out near the family" stage of my life and move up north where there is cool weather for a good part of the year because I hate the heat and hurricanes. When I do move, maybe it'll be to Oregon, or maybe not. I'll know much better in 4 years. Anyways, I can't promise regular updates, but I'll try to do better than I have. Good night all, and good luck! :) Current Mood: okay

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March 26th, 2005

02:37 am - When last we left our Hero... ...I had just turned down the supervisor job, and carried-on with my life.  Little did I know that lurking in the shadows was a beast that was about to rear it's ugly head and snap-up my entire weekend...     The Steam Generator Feed Pump, which ranks as a close second to the most important and thus huge-gantic motor on-site, decided to shit the bed (I know, I'm full of technical terms tonight).  In my illustrious career as a Nuclear Electrician, I've seen many motors unleash what we in the business call the "Magic Smoke", but this mofo took the cake.  No fire was called away, no warnings, no alarms went off, it just tripped offline.  No biggie, right?  WRONG!     When we were called to the pump room after the plant tripped offline to investigate, we were greeted by the smell of all of the burnt-up electrical components that I've ever smelled in my life all rolled into one funk.  Immediately, my spider sense tingled, then overloaded when I saw the motor itself.  The polycarbonate filters (think REALLY big A/C filters) were gone.  Not scorched, burned, or melted.  GONE.  Vaporized instantly by the heat of a 4160 volt arc-flash.  Turns out that our data recorders measured the fault as a phase-to-phase short which then went to ground (dropping bus voltage to 73 volts) and was cleared by the circuit breaker in 4 cycles.  1/15th of a second.  Ouch.     So, we de-terminated it and sent it off to be examined at a motor shop.  This entailed removing two floors above the pump room and using the turbine gantry crane to lift the 3500 pound behemoth out of the plant to a waiting trailer.  This took all weekend, of which I worked 3 extra shifts (2 of 'em double time)  Tampa Armature works just told us tonight that after carefully pulling the rotor out, that the windings are all slagged.  Welded into a useless chunk of metal and laminate by an instantaneous heat of somewhere near 1350 degrees.  Ouch.     So, we're awaiting the purchase of a new motor, to the tune of 30-50 grand.  Good thing this happened on the unit thats due to come down in two weeks anyways :)  Job security, thy name is Turkey Point :)  I shall sleep now, for tomorrow is my first day off in 12 days, and I have much yard and house work to do.  Tune in next time when we hear our Hero say: "If you roll it up real tight and lube it good, I can take another 16 hours of double time in there..." Current Mood: tired

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March 18th, 2005

02:28 am - Be careful what you wish for...     Hello all, I'm back after another long pause for reality!  I've been meaning to write here for a while now, but nothing much was going on, so I didn't.  Now I understand why the phrase "May your life be interesting" is regarded by the Chinese as a curse:     Backstory:  At work, there's a system the NRC mandates each plant have for addressing process deficiencies and administrative/design/engineering issues at the plant called Condition Reporting.  Basically, it's a computer program that you can use to suggest better ways of doing things or document errors, mis-cues, and follies encountered while working.  I, myself have used this program a couple of times to document things that didnt seem right, like a horribly written procedure for monitoring our Cathodic Protection Circuitry, or the fact that Electricians aren't being qualified CPR in the training program.  Both times, I nearly got someone fired when the "Big Bosses" read these reports of mine and demanded to know why a lowly Journeyman Electrician who's only been on-site for 2 years is noticing these huge holes in our processes, while the multitudes of College-Educated Engineers are stymied.  It would be fair to say that due in part to my meticulous nature and my scathing, yet highly technical wording of these reports, I have been singled-out by a few Supervisors as the "go-to guy" for getting shit handled in the system.     Today, while quietly minding my own business digesting my fabulous dinner which I had just finished inhaling, the Electrical Department head pulled me aside for a one-on-one.  He's a good guy who used to be my direct supervisor a month ago and recently got promoted as part of a regime change in Maintenance Department heads.  A few weeks after I got to Electrical, he told me that he could see me one day taking over as the GML (General Maintenance Leader..like a foreman, or crew chief..highest paid maintenance Union position) of the Peak Shift.  Occasionally he'd mention it and I'd tell him the same thing.."I dont want to piss-off the senior guys by taking the position too soon before I have a good grasp on things and can prove to them that I deserve it"  And that was the way of things, and it was good.  Well, the first thing he says to me as we settle into his office is "Rick, do you want to be an Electrician forever?"     I now know what it's like to have my mind completely blown...I'd thought it a cute aphorism before tonight, but it really is appropriate for the feeling I experienced at that moment.  I had honestly never thought of "Forever".  After 8 1/2 years of taking the Navy one day at a time, just biding my time until I got out, I just realized that I'm still just living my work life the same way.  I had figured that I'd cruise along fixing shit until such a time as enough people quit or died that I'd be up for a GML job that I could feel good about taking, and then....nothing.  No further goals or thoughts past that.  With nothing behind me but my high school diploma and Navy background, that was all that I figured would come to me.  Maybe if I got bored and got up off of my ass to get a degree, I become an Electrical Supervisor, or Electrical System Engineer.  But I could just as comfortably remain a Journeyman Electrician until I retire, no responsibilities beyond the work, an easy existence.      Whilst my mind was on hiatus mulling over these thoughts, Tim continued his spiel...the Maintenance Head had gathered the heads of the various departments and told them that he wanted someone to take over the dispositioning and resolving of Condition Reports, to relieve the Supervisors of the burden.  They discussed it at length and decided that this person would have to be technically competent, computer literate, articulate, and have borderline Obssesive-Compulsive Disorder in order to pursue the resolutions to the end.  Before he talked to HR and set-up interviews for this position (a position OUTSIDE the Union), he wanted to know if they knew anyone on-site who could do this.  Tim gave him my name, and he recognized me as the one who'd written the aforementioned Reports, and told Tim to scope me out and see if I was interested.  I told him I'd think it over and let him know tomorrow...man, you do not know how hard it is to think about an important decision while listening to Metallica and driving down the Turnpike at 85 MPH in a severe rainstorm!     So, to sum-up, I have been offered a job to professionally respond to criticisms of the Maintenance Department.  My own cubicle, desk, and computer in the air conditioned Admin Building.  A dayshift position.  For Supervisor pay to the tune of 1.5X what I make now.  (so far, everything I've always wanted)  The catches?  My position isnt established yet in any form, so they could potentially heap work on me until I cant take anymore.  I could become the scapegoat of the department, or atleast the mule that everything gets pawned-off on.  Worst of all, it's not a Union position, so although I can come back to the Union anytime in the first 6 months, after that the bridge is burned.  Which means that I can be fired for any reason, be it budget cuts or the fact that I preformed my job so well that there arent enough problems left to warrant my position.  Yes, I could potentially work myself out of a job.      So, tomorrow I'm going to tell Tim that I have to turn down my dream job because I dont want to leave the safety of the Union.     I believe it was Confucius who said "Sometimes life just plain sucks" Current Mood: contemplative

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January 1st, 2005

01:59 am - And the time marches on Well, hello all you little voyeuristic internet diary-reading people out there!  Sorry it's been so long, but I was busy making money while the steam plant fell down all around me at work.  How have you all been?  Speak up, I can't hear you....Louder....louder...  Oh my God!  I've gone deaf!  I was expecting blindness, but not deafness!  Oh, the humanity! ...oh, wait a minute...I forgot, I can't hear you through the internet connection...it's been so long sicne I've posted, I'd plum forgotten how this thing works! Anyways, I spent my first real day off work in almost 2 months (co-incidently also the last day of the freakin year) relaxing, catching up on house chores, and most importantly all by myself.  It feels good to get some "me time" once in a while, and I was gonna be damned if I was going to fritter away such a good shot at it by calling anyone up and getting invited to hang out for the new year and shit.  So, for any of you this applies to, I'm sorry I didnt call you up.  Next topic (nice segue, huh?) So, as of 11:30pm Dec 30th, 2004 I went on vacation for a week.  I currently have 9 more days to get things done around the house and generally relax and decompress from a brutal bout of work antics.  Lots of money was made, and lots of mind was frayed, but I made it through and now I get to chill for a bit.  Gonna put in sprinklers at the house, a few more plants outside, organize and decorate the inside a bit, and maybe start on my rock garden out back.  In between all of that I'll be just mellowing out and hanging loose with some of my buds, and who knows, maybe going out and getting some freaking tail for a change!  Lots of news in the past few months, more on all of that later...for now, gotta sleep. Current Mood: calm

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November 17th, 2004

02:03 am - As for me... You are 80% Capricorn How much do you match your zodiac sign?

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November 15th, 2004

02:13 am - What happens while you're not looking     Today, while I was worrying about the delivery guy putting my new dining room table together, my Mom was on her way home from work, and my sister was noticing a screw in her truck tire, my Grandpa had a mild stroke.  Being an old-world sort of fellow and the font of stubbornness from which I have inherited my own nature, he stoically shrugged it off and told my Grandma that he'd go to bed early and if he wasn't feeling better in the morning, he'd go see the doctor.  Well, she wouldn't have it, so off to the ER they went.  As it happens, the stroke was very mild, and the doctors say that he'll probably be right as rain come morning, but he's currently at the hospital for observation.  When I saw him earlier tonight, he was in a pretty bad way - slurring his speech and looking rather drunk in the hospital bed, but still the same strong man I remember.  I know that he'll be fine, he's too good of a man to die like that, this was probably just a warning from his body that he's not the hale young man that he seems to think that he'll always be.     When I think of strength, both of character and of will, he is the paragon.  He's lived a tough life, and raised 6 children and helped impress upon all of us grandchildren his knowledge and experiences.  He's almost 75 years old, and he still walks 2 miles each day, goes to church on Sundays, visits all of his children and grandchildren here in Florida each week, and helps out at my mother and my aunt's houses with yard work and odd chores.  His eyesight is going south, but otherwise his body is an able tool for his sharp mind.  He is the essence of a good person, always quick to lend a hand or ear to anyone who needs it, whether he knows them or not.  It was he who taught me the importance and infectiousness of always having a good attitude, no matter what happens.     I have been extremely lucky not to have had to deal with the passing of a loved one in my lifetime.  I almost lost my mother to cancer when I was 16, and the night that she went under the knife is still the worst of my life.  I am a planner and worrier by nature: my every word and action carefully thought out and planned to be sure that it's result is the best that it can be.  I look ahead and see Grandpa at my wedding, at the birth of my first child and his first great-grandchild, and I see my children looking forward to visits from their Great-Grandpa Schulz.  I am now uncharacteristically out of words to describe the feelings I have when I think of those futures NOT coming to pass.     I am undergoing a paradigm shift.  For the first time in my life I am forced to admit that I have no idea what is going to happen next.  Not only that, but that I am powerless to affect the outcome in any perceivable way.  At this moment in time, I am NOT the master of my own destiny as far as my Grandpa is concerned.      No sir, I don't like it. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: "The Captain and The Kid" by Jimmy Buffett

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November 8th, 2004

01:20 am - Public Service Announcement Nothing much going on right now, so I bring you this PSA for your viewing pleasure: 'Nuff said...

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October 31st, 2004

11:04 pm - The road goes ever on and on... ...down from the door where it began...     So, the Annual Halloween Party was not too bad last night.  Not as good as last years or the years before, but not too shabby.  I think that I've matured somewhat, because last year I got laid at the party and it was excellent, but this year I only got 3 women's numbers and I feel just as good if not better than last year.  Mostly because one of those numbers belongs to a sweet little cutie named Trish.  I've been awaiting this one for a while.     You see (no, you're blind!), way back in the olden days of High School, Rohm, Herb, Rob, and myself used to go to the Rocky Horror Picture Show on a nearly weekly basis.  For a little while druing this period of my life, Rohm was dating a very sexually active little hottie by the name of Naomi, and when he invited her to go to Rocky with us, she brought her friend along, Trish.  She was so cool, that after Rohm dropped Naomi, Trish was adopted into our clique, and continued to hang with us.  I had a minoir crush on her because she was so cute and smart and witty, but at the time I was dating someone else and couldnt make a move.  Then the Navy happened, and I saw her maybe 3 times over the last 10 years, all of them while she was "with boyfriend".     Last night, Trish was "boyfriend-less" and we hung out reminiscing on the back patio after the party had died down, and she chastised me for not staying in touch with her even though I hadnt with Rohm and the rest of the gang.  So, we swapped numbers finally and she said that "we definitely have to get together soon and talk in a quieter amtosphere".  Ummm...OK, I'll get right on that :)      So, that last hour of sobering-up at the party was like the icing on the cake.  I now have sitting in front of me a card from "Katie" (a long-legged brunette who came to the party as Titania from "A Midsummer Nights Dream", and I was the only one who "got" her costume), a napkin scrap with "Blake"s (another tall one with killer stems, but a blonde this time.  She came as a Playmate, and I was Hef, so we hung around each other alot for pictures and shit) phone number, and half of a fake 100 dollar bill with Trish's digits on it.  Mine are on the other half...like I said, she's a strange one but tres cool.     On the home front, I finally got all of the grass off of the back porch where it had grown over 3 feet of pavers and a concrete slab.  Major pain in the ass, and now I realize that my porch is about 4-6 inches lower than the rest of the yard, so I'll have to edge it with some landscape timber or some shit soon to keep the dirt and grass off of it.  Also, I need to trim the neighbors' hedges, as they are overhanging the fences by about a foot or two all around the yard.  Thats gonna be a freaking nightmare of trimming, maybe I'll hire some Cuban landscaping company to knock it all back some day.  I swear, I get 3-5 cards or flyers a week from some idiot or another with a hispanic name who bought a trailer for his crappy truck and owns a lawnmower and shovel and is now a "Landscape Designer".  Please, put down the weed-eater and pick up a clue already for crying out freaking loud.     ...now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow if I can... Current Mood: peaceful Current Music: "Walking Song" by JRR Tolkien

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October 28th, 2004

02:46 am - picture As requested, here's a semi-recent picture of me at the "ole CPU" for the fans out there.  Ladies, I'm still single in case you were wondering! :)

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02:44 am - On eclipses...   Well, I saw the total lunar eclipse today (one of the fringe benefits of working night shift, I guess) and as these phenomena are wont to do, it got me thinking.  The last lunar eclipse I saw happened around the same time last year, and after rifling through my offline journals (I wasnt always the exhibitionist that I am now), I found that it was around November 4th of last year.  I saw it from the side of a country road in Virginia, around 11pm or so while the temperature was about 45 degrees outside the car, and about 98.7 degrees inside of it.   You see, I had flown up to VA to meet up with some of the old gang from the ship, we had all set up a date before we left that we were to gather and swap stories of "the world outside" so immediately following the outage last year, I found myself at the old watering hole with 4 of the other 6 guys from Reactor Electrical Division that I hung around with during Pre-Commissioning and Maiden Voyage.  Good times were had by all (or so the sober two related to us after the fact)  However, that meet-up was but a pretense for my visit, for I was truly there to be with the Amazon beauty I recently related to you, dear readers.  She had called me and filled me in on her life and trials between when we had lost touch and then around September 28th, the night of Joel's "Remember the 80s" party.  We called each other just about every day after that, even though I was working 12 hour days through the outage, and we were determined to hang out when I came up to VA for the meet-up.  We both had confessed our feelings for each other and wanted to see if the chemistry was still there, and would be enough to build on.    So, for a week, I was in heaven.  By day, I was alone with the woman I loved, doing inane chores and errands and loving every minute of it.  By night, I was drinking with my Navy buds, getting three sheets to the wind, and crawling into bed with a beautiful drunken Amazon to have wild sex until the sun came up.  Nothing can compare to that week so far in my life.    Well, one of the nights was the total lunar eclipse, so we forwent the drunken debauchery for a romantic drive in the country followed by some heavy duty "keeping warm" in the car (wink, wink) and watching the eclipse while holding each other.  And that night still rings as the penultimate night of my adult life.  But thats not the really strange part.   I was in a hell of a funk for a couple of days (as evidenced by my last entry) but I've gotten better as the days progressed.  Strangely enough, tonight as I watched the moon slowly disappear, I felt normal (or what passes for it in my life) for the first time in about a week or so.  Some odd sort of supernatural closure I guess.  My nightly rune castings have borne the Laguz rune (which is the closest thing to a Moon Rune in the futhark) a couple of times, but not in any important positions, so I never saw it coming.  Sometimes the coolest things happen when you're not looking, I guess.   Speaking of which, one of my oldest friends recently contacted me, and as usual he's having a Halloween party.  This years theme is "70's Porn Stars", so it should be wild!  I've never failed to get some tail at his parties, so I plan to attend.  A little horizontal hokey-pokey should be therapeutic, and if not, then it'll still be better than nothing.  I've just gotta make sure that I dont get boned with extra shifts this weekend, and if I see it coming, I'll have to make with the sick-fake to get out of it.  These parties are what sick days were meant for, in my opinion!  Well, I've bored you all enough, gentle readers, I believe I shall now go to bed and dream of the last Halloween party I went to where I got to fulfill a childhood dream: banging Wonder Woman! Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: "Havana Daydreaming" by Jimmy Buffett

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