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Once de Septiembre

Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
They cover my foreign floors and walls
Submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
They keep me sleepless at night...

Hey, can you picture the sight
The figures on the beach in the searing night
And the roaring hurt of my silent fight...
Can you pull me out
Of this sleepless night
Can you pull me out? .

-King Crimson

Thoughts, of course, to those affected and lost in attacks of 9/11 and of those who continue to give their lives over in Afghanistan and Iraq. Lets hope it's not in vain. Thanks for defending our way of life, dudes and dudettes. Shrubby is not fit to tie your fatigues for you.

On a lighter note, I can sympathize with fighting a seemingly faceless, merciless, godless force. On the advice of my attorney I am back at Bryan's. The good news is that Darth appears to be giving ground in this unholy tug of war. We may be close to a deal, but I've said this before. I'll believe it when I've got my signed divorce papers in my hand.

Roswell II
More poking and prodding at the allergist's, but a clean bill o health. I used to see these nurses once a month for allergy shots when I lived here. “Oh my god! Look at that hair! You look so young, like a baby!” I love those gals. Love them! And I had lost ten pounds, not bad considering I've put five on here in the U S of Eat.

Doc Kaliner examined me with a young female doctor who is interning as well. “Hmmm... long hair, new job, new country, divorce – mid-life crisis?”

I hate that term.

“Well, my wife had a baby and it wasn't mine. So I went to Madrid”

“Eeee!” said the female doctor.

“Well I guess that about says it all,” said the Doc. He was kind of quiet on the chit-chat after that.

Fuck yeah, baby. That covers it all right.

(Just gotta get used to it)
We all get it in the end
(Just gotta get used to it)
We go down and we come up again
(Just gotta get used to it)
You irritate me my friend
(This is no social crisis)
This is you having fun
(No crisis)
Getting burned by the sun
(This is true)
This is no social crisis
Just another tricky day for you

-The Who

It's 18:06. I leave exactly one week from today. Heavy man, heavy.

Miercoles, 12 Septiembre

A New Hope??

People, we're going back to work!
-Homer Simpson

Late last night, at 1:13 AM, Eastern Standard Time, Darth agreed to my proposal. Now this has happened before so I'm not going to get my boxers in a wad, but finally, peace my be restored to the galaxy. Let's hope.