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I both don't feel like I have anything to write and don't feel like writing. My life, observations, and beliefs just don't seem important. I'm not unhappy about that either, but I kind of miss the fire of writing other than for work.

I love my job but like sore-sex there is too much of it.

The gym and I are fighting, and I have to give up and drop all leg exercises due to my butt not getting better. It's time to admit I'm hurt. Plus side is I can a stupid douche by doing only upper body work - maybe I'll do bicep curls in the squat rack.

I had some of the shittiest coffee I've ever had in Nebraska. I'm so happy to be home now with my lover Zeke's. Drinking this coffee, having it explode in my mouth, it makes me feel like we took the condom off all over again. Or insert the graphic I like this flavor a lot analogy you're comfortable with.

The other day I saw my tiny piece of leather from the strength mallet game at faire and it made me smile. I remembered how Janna totally milked that whole thing for me and I smiled again.

I think I just settled a case at work that really makes me cringe, but while it's absolutely not right, it's less not right than losing at hearing. Still, this faker turns my stomach.

I play diablo a lot, but I no longer watch tv.

Today I ate a napoleon for the first time in ages, but it wasn't as good as I remember. It was much better than my last venture though, so I'm pleased.