Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time

December 30, 2019

Christmas has come and gone. It was a bit strange this year as on my mom's side we didn't exchange gifts and just got together to catch up and play games and have dinner. It was really fun. I definitely preferred that than a three-hour present exchange marathon (our family is quite large).

One of the best things that happened this Christmas was giving my brother-in-law his present. You may be wondering what it was. It was a pillow with my face on it. Oh yeah, and I'm wearing a sombrero. My sister and I have a history of playing pranks on each other at Christmas. This year my brother-in-law was on the receiving end of the prank since I had his name in the gift exchange. The pillow is one of those pillows with sequins on it that display something when the sequins are facing one way but swipe the other way and they show a different picture/design/color. Anyway, below is a nice video and pictures of the pillow as well as some other Christmas pictures.

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PS: Wonderful Christmastime by Paul McCartney is an awful song.

Goodbye, My Friend

August 31, 2015

It's a weird thing to call and schedule the time in which you will say goodbye to your best friend forever. That's what I did today. Over the past couple of months (starting shortly after the seizures) Penny's health started to deteriorate. I first noticed it when she would attempt to jump on the bed and wouldn't make it. Now, that's not totally abnormal. She's a small dog, but it was happening a lot more than normal.

The second time I noticed something was wrong was when she was standing on her back legs with her front paws on my legs and I was scratching down her sides. All of the sudden her left leg just collapsed and she fell down. Things seemed to pick up quickly from here. She continued to have more and more issues jumping on the bed and then even the (much lower) couch. I even bought pet stairs so she could still get in bed. She never used them.

As the weeks, and yes, the progression was a matter of weeks, went by, her back legs got weaker and weaker. She started having trouble going up short stairs. She no longer attempted to jump up on anything. She also started having issues getting comfortable when she was laying down. She would constantly get up, turn around, and sit back down. Sometimes when she would do this, she would let out a little yelp in pain.

Another week goes by and now she's having trouble running. She would literally drift when she would run. She had no control over her back end so when she would stop, her back end would keep going, leading to tumbles. By the end of the week, she was no longer running because, by then, she was having trouble just walking. This progressed into trouble standing. She could only stand still for about a minute before her back end would begin to droop because her legs couldn't take the weight any longer.

The strange thing about this is that she could still (somewhat) walk. The past three or four days were marked with her pacing non-stop around the house. When I say non-stop, I mean she would literally pace around the house for several hours without sitting or taking a break. Finally, she would exhaust herself and would lay down. During the last two weeks of the ordeal, she lost hearing in one ear and stopped eating her normal amount of food. I would be thankful if she ate half her bowl of food that day.

While the last month or so has been really difficult, nothing has prepared me for today. I try to remember all the good times we had together and then look at her now and realize she is not comfortable any longer and this is not a good quality of life for her, but the selfish side of me didn't want to say goodbye to my friend. I knew that is was the right decision though. Making her suffer for another week or so isn't really going to make me any happier. Remembering the good times will. Maybe not at first, but someday I will be able to look back at her life with happiness, not heartache.

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Penny and Seizures

June 17, 2015

penny For those of you that don't know, this is Penny, my Boston Terrier. I've had Penny in my life for 7 years now. She is a sweet dog that gives nothing but love to anyone she meets. She has been the best dog that I could have asked for.

A couple of months ago Penny had a seizure. I was home at the time and was sitting on the couch. She was making a nest on a blanket on the floor. All of the sudden she started to spasm. Her back legs went stiff and she was trembling across the carpet. At first, I thought she did something to her leg while trying to make a nest. When I got down to the floor, I knew that wasn't it. Her legs were going flailing uncontrollably and her eyes were glassy. I picked her up and started rubbing her belly to calm her (still not completely sure what was happening) and could feel her getting hot in my arms. Then she started panting. After a total of about 30 seconds, it was over. She came out of it right away. After a few more seconds of holding her, I put her down, and she went off running around the house like nothing happened. I called my sister to get some advice. Coincidently, just a few days before I overheard her talk about her dog having a seizure. She said that taking her to the vet probably wouldn't do much good since by then all signs of the seizure would have passed. Who knows, she might not have one again. So, I decided on a wait and see approach. If she started having them regularly, I'd take her to the vet.

A month went by without a seizure (at least, I didn't see any. Penny is home all day by herself). Then, she had another. This time, she was close to me so I got to her right as it started and held her to make sure she didn't hurt herself. I started to get worried at this point, but still didn't make a vet appointment. Then the very next night she had another one. Now I was really worried and decided it was time for a vet visit. The vet took some blood and ran some tests, but everything came back normal. The vet warned that seizures are very hard to diagnose and usually show no patterns. She decided to put Penny on anti-seizure meds (that she will need to take for the rest of her life) but wanted me to wait until the blood tests came back. I waited. While I waited, she had another seizure. This was on a Friday night. After the seizure had passed, I decided to go get the prescription filled. Of course the dosage on the prescription wasn't a dosage that was actually available to sell. I would have to wait until the vet opened the next day to call in the altered dosage.

I picked up the medicine on Saturday and didn't give it to her right away. She needs to take the medicine every 12 hours. So if I gave it to her at 11 am, then I would have to give it to her at 11 pm. This would not work. I couldn't be home every morning to give her the medicine. So I waited until Saturday evening to give it to her. Of course, she had another seizure before I could give her the medicine. The seizures were coming entirely way too often for my liking.

So I started Penny on the medicine (Phenobarbital to be exact) and Penny was not reacting well to it. It contained 15% alcohol so my 10 lb dog was walking around dizzy and drunk for over a week (the vet said give it time for her body to adjust). She couldn't jump off the couch or my bed because she was too dizzy. She whined a lot because she had no idea what was going on, and she wasn't her normal peppy self. After a couple of weeks the vet said I could cut the dosage in half to see if that improved things at all. So, I did. Penny started reacting a lot better to this dosage. She wasn't "drunk" and lethargic anymore. After a few days she started to get back to her crazy self, constantly running around the house.

Now, the medicine doesn't come without some side effects. She drinks a lot more water than she used to, which also means a lot more trips outside. It also seems to upset her stomach a bit. She has a lot of gas and had a couple of cases of diarrhea. The longer she is on it, the more the side effects seem to fade. I think she's finally getting close to 100% her old self. And best news of all, she hasn't had a seizure since. That's not to say she won't. I don't know if the medicine is doing anything. There was a month between her first and second seizure. She could still have them, it's back to wait and see. I'm just happy that she is back to being the dog I knew. I don't know what I'd do without her.

Shaving Old School

December 7, 2011

merkur safety razor Apparently the new thing in men's grooming isn't so new afterall. Shaving with a one bladed safety razor is becoming stylish again. Why, do you ask? Well, simply put, it gives you a better shave. It turns out newer isn't always better.

About a month ago I started searching for ways to beat my constant razor burn. I used a Gillette Fusion Proglide Turbo (and almost every Gillette razor before that) and would constantly get razor burns on different parts of my face. Google searches showed me a few articles about how using an old safety razor is the way to go. Even though it is only one blade and runs directly along your face (instead of being protected by plastic strips that modern razors use), it actually does provide a smoother shave that creates less irritation than modern razors. Not only that, but it delivers a closer shave because safety razors are not hindered by plastic strips to "protect" your face.

After doing the research, I decided to jump face first into the world of Old School Shaving. I ordered a Merkur 180 Long Handled Razor, as well as shaving soap, a shaving stand, a badger hair shaving brush, and a shaving mug. The first couple of shaves took some getting used to. When shaving with a safety razor, you do not use the same amount of pressure you use with a normal razor. Because I was used to applying quite a bit of pressure in order to get a close shave, I cut myself a few times. You also have to get the angle right. The reason it is called a safety razor is because the blade can only make contact with your skin at certain angles. Otherwise, you just get the metal of the razor gliding across your face. After the first couple of shaves, I was a pro.

Three weeks in and I still love shaving the old fashioned way. Not only does it provide a superior shave, but in the long run, it works out to be cheaper. After the initial cost of the supplies, blades and shaving soap are a fraction of the cost of razor cartridges and shaving cream. Sure, it takes about two or three minutes longer in the morning (you have to lather your own shaving soap), but it's totally worth it. My face stays smoother longer, I get less irritation after shaving, and, well, it definitely feels more manly. This is how my grandpas used to shave. If it was good enough for them, it's good enough for me.

You were on your way home when you died.

November 19, 2010

The Egg is a great post I read a while back. I don't know why I didn't post it, but I was going through my Instapaper account and saw that I still had it saved. Definitely worth the read.

Movember 2010

October 27, 2010

I'm going to participate in Movember again this year. If you don't know what Movember is, it is an annual, month-long celebration of the mustache, highlighting men’s health issues – specifically prostate and testicular cancer. Starting November 1st participants start growing their ‘staches. Movember is all about changing the face of men's health, hence the growing of a mustache. Last year I went with the classic Fu Manchu and on November 30th I ended up with what you see below (it's horrible, I know).

This year I'm going to try for the handlebar. Because this is such a daunting task to do in a month I've decided not to shave completely on October 31st. It's cheating a bit but I'd like to see if I can get a nice handlebar by November 30th. You will be able to watch my progress on Daily Booth, just like last year.

When the contest starts on November 1st, please think about donating.

Keeping My Life Organized

June 30, 2010

For those who know me, I have a horrible memory. I constantly leave myself notes, make lists, and use calendars to help me remember what seems like every aspect of my life. I have a variety of tools to suit my needs. aNote on the iPhone is a great notetaker. Grocery Gadget helps remember what I need to buy. Delicious helps me remember links and Instapaper helps me with articles I want to read later. Email is a big factor as it's quick and I'm constantly in my inbox. If something is really important an email to myself will do the trick. However, none of those things can compare to Google Calendar.

It's not that I will completely forget something all together. Most of the time I do remember what it is I need to. My problem is that if I have something to do at a specific time, I'll remember it several hours before, but when time comes I will either forget, remember when it's too late, or remember just in time to piss me off for not remembering sooner. GCal helps combat those issues. I like GCal because it syncs with my iPhone and my iCal on my iMac and MacBook. It is a great tool with a simple interface. I love how you can have multiple calendars and can turn each one off with the click of a mouse. That doesn't mean I haven't found some things I dislike about it.

Earlier this morning I was creating an event to remember to drop off my rent check in the morning. Now, I already have 'Pay Rent' set up on every first of the month with a reminder going out, but the problem comes with the reminder. Paying rent is an all day event on my calendar, mostly because I never know when the exact time I can pay it will occur. Therefore, any reminder I set up will be prior to the day starting. Sending an email the day before is almost too much, but sending it 15 minutes before the event won't work either. I'm not going to do anything about paying rent at 11:45 at night. This is where there needs to be a Google Labs feature that allows you to have 'business hours.' This would be an option to let you choose what hours that calendar uses for All Day events. For example, for my Work calendar, All Day is not 12am-11:59pm. Work is from 8am-5pm. That's when work's All Day events should stop. I'm really surprised this isn't something built in or already available as an experimental Labs feature. I would also like more control over the time increments. Sure, you can type in any start and end time, but the dropdowns only go by the half hour. I would prefer the dropdowns to have an option to display time in 15 minute increments. Those caveats to GCal aside, it is a great tool. I really don't know where I'd be without it, probably lost, walking aimlessly down the highway wearing duck slippers and a bathrobe. That reminds me, I should add 'Buy duck slippers and a bathrobe' to my calendar.

Baseball as a Metaphor for Life

May 26, 2010

I love the writing of Rescue Me a lot and I also love baseball so it's no surprise that I think the following monologue nails it on the head.

Anyway, baseball and life, one in the same. Everybody always says that life is too short. Bullshit. Life, unless you get cancer or hit by a bus or set on fire, takes forever. Just like baseball. It's a series of long, mind-boggling boring stretches of time where absolutley nothing happens. So, you take a nap, and then, after a little while, when that crisp crack of the bat hittin' the ball, so crisp you could almost smell that wood burning, jolts you awake and you open your eyes to see something so exciting and intricate, and possibly, very, very meaningful has just happened, but you missed it 'cause you were just so goddamn bored in the first place. Oh, you know, a couple of hot dogs, throw in some beers, the occasional blow job, and that's that.

The End of Movember

November 30, 2009

It is the end of Movember and I am thankful. I'm thankful to the people that donated and thankful to be able to shave the 'stache. Going a whole month without trimming was hard. I don't know how people with bushy mustaches do it. It was so annoying. I would wake up every single morning wanting to trim it. It was also ugly. No, seriously, I hated it and I'm sure I looked stupid to most people. In fact, it got to the point that when I'd see people I hadn't seen in a while I'd have to explain why I had the ridiculous mustache so they would know it wasn't a fashion decision and that I was growing it for the greater good. If you really want to torture yourself you can go back and look at the Movember set on my Flickr page. I did miss taking pictures a few of the days, but there are 22 of the 30 days in the set. I think if I do this again next year, I'll try a different style, maybe just the old-fashioned used car salesman mustache. We shall see.

Got Yourself a Gun

November 17, 2009

I've never been pro or anti-gun. I've just never had an opinion on it. It is a hot issue, but one I've never felt strongly about. I know that getting guns off the streets could mean less crime. I know that most gun crime is committed by guns obtained illegally. I don't think you need semi-automatic or automatic weapons to hunt deer. I see both sides of the argument and dangle my feet on both sides of the fence. I've never wanted a gun but to each their own.

Lately I have been thinking more and more about owning one. Not because I'm afraid of crime or because I want to carry a concealed weapon (that's legal in Missouri). It really comes down to the amount of nutjobs there are in the world right now. No, I'm not talking Tom Cruise believes aliens dropped frozen souls into volcanoes type of nutjobs. I'm talking about people who are so easily manipulated that they get whipped up into a frenzy even though what they are yelling about makes no sense. I'm talking about allowing people who don't have the mental capacity to own guns suddenly buying them. Or people who have no problem burning people in effigy.

The point is, there are some crazy people out there and when people who are supposed to be responsible leaders shout fire and brimstone from their pulpit, nothing good can come. Look at the racist, bigoted, nonsensical things that have come about from the tea baggers and the birthers. Look at Glenn Beck, Michele Bachmann, and Michelle Malkin. Look at the hatred in the last campaign from Sarah Palin supporters. It was disgusting. I know owning a gun isn't going change these nutjobs, but if these people are armed and get in their heads there needs to be a revolution, why shouldn't I be able to protect myself against these lunatics? The prospect of owning a gun is becoming more and more appealing.

Movember

November 2, 2009

I found out about a great little fundraiser called Movember. What is Movember? Movember is an annual, month-long celebration of the mustache, highlighting men’s health issues - specifically prostate and testicular cancer. Starting November 1st participants start growing their 'staches. I found out about it a day late and I already had facial hair so I had to start a day late by shaving. That's right. For the first time in at least 8 years I have no facial hair.

So, what is the point? Well, to raise money. The money raised goes to The Prostate Cancer Foundation and the Lance Armstrong Foundation. I'm doing my part by growing an awesome 'stache, won't you help out by donating now? You can also go to my donation page or my Daily Booth page every day to see my mustache progress. The first picture of baby-faced shep is up now, complete with nicks and cuts.

Working Out

November 2, 2009

I quit working on a regular basis when I got Penny. I felt bad leaving a new dog in my apartment 10 minutes after I got home just so I could go work out. Now that I've had Penny for a while and she's used to being alone in my apartment I've decided to pick back up my workout routine.

Finding the motivation to do it really isn't that difficult, it's finding the time. Right now, I'm using the simple workout room in my apartment complex and that closes at 9:00pm. I'm not quite ready to sign up for a gym membership, especially since I hate other people watching me. If I ever fell using the equipment I'd never return. I'm not the most coordinated person.

Another issue I face when exercising is how quickly I get bored. I used to listen to podcasts of NPR's Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, but that has gotten bored. I really wish I could use my Slingbox app on my iPhone to stream TV, but stupid AT&T won't allow streaming over 3G. I decided to load my iPhone up with a few TV shows to pass the time. Last night I was working out and watched an hour-long show and the time flew by. Of course since it was my first workout in a while I took it easy, but I'm glad I'm finally getting back into the swing of things.

My Favorite 5 Posts Over the Last 5 Years

October 4, 2009

5yranniversary It's hard to imagine that today is my 5 year anniversary of this blog. I've never posted anything groundbreaking or life-changing, but I do have some favorite posts from the past 5 years. They are nothing spectacular, but they were fun to write and put out there for the world to see. Here are my favorite 5 (in no particular order).

The New Rules of Blogging This post is quite old and not many people will understand it. It was basically an inside joke with some members of the WordPress and Habari communities. The post was inspired by someone that we all found completely annoying and we hated her blogging style. This post was created as a joke.

The Game I really love this post, but not as much as I love baseball. I was excited about baseball season starting and was bored when I was working in the computer labs in college, so I wrote this. It was even featured on StLToday when the season began a couple seasons later.

The Best Hip Hop Albums Everyone knows that I love music, especially hip hop. In 2006 I put together some of my favorite albums of all time. 3 years later and I'd still say this list is the same. Maybe that's because I'm still waiting for the sure-to-be-a-classic Chico and the Man album.

Three Generations of Cardinals Fans This isn't so much a post as an image. One of my favorites. My nephew, my dad, and me.

The World Can be Saved by the Bell Last, but certainly not least, is my favorite post of all time. Anyone who really knows me knows I am a freak when it comes to Saved by the Bell. I think it's the best show in the world (only slightly kidding here) and have seen every episode too many times to count. Heck, if I could get away with having the theme song as my ringtone without looking like a total geek I would.

So there you have it, my favorite 5 posts from the past 5 years. I hope you've enjoyed reading them as much as I have writing them.

I am not my father

September 30, 2009

No, this isn't a post about how I'm turning into my dad, though my dad and I are a lot alike when it comes to many things, especially politics and baseball. The title of this post needs to be taken literally. For those who don't know, I am named after my dad. Growing up in the same house, phone calls could get confusing. Are they calling for me or my dad? Then I started getting mail. It was easier to figure out that college pamphlets were for me and AARP material was for my dad. There is one avenue in my life where I'm still confused with my dad: email.

My dad and I have very similar email addresses because we have the same name. My family on his side continuously sends me emails (emails that are sent to the entire family) thinking I'm him. Then I get all the replies when they reply to all. It's been explained that my email address is not my dad's, but once your email address is in their address books there's no turning back. You're on the chain for good and because of family happenings regarding my grandparents over the past few weeks I've been seeing an influx of emails. Sometimes I'll get 20 a day not meant for me.

I've decided I've had enough and set up a gmail filter. Any message that comes from the addresses of my aunts and uncles go directly to a new label and are marked as read. It's not that risky because they think I'm my dad anyway so they wouldn't be using that address to contact me. They also know that my dad never checks his email so they including my mom's address on all emails. Then once a day I will delete all the mails from the label. I had a bit of trouble trying to figure out how to enter in multiple email addresses in the from field in a gmail filter but I think I found a solution. If you place a | between the email addresses, gmail will see them as separate addresses and apply the rule accordingly. Let's hope it works. I'm waiting for the next email to arrive.

On Missed Opportunities

August 26, 2009

I hate missed opportunities. I let this sit and fester until I obsess over them, going over every possible scenario in my head until I can't think anymore. There was a situation today where I wish I would have totally done the opposite of what I did. I didn't do anything bad, in fact, I didn't do anything at all, and that is the problem. I wish I would have done something. I won't say what, because it's really not that important. It's the principal of the thing that is important.

I really need to start the Costanza Experiment again and start doing the opposite of what I normally do. If I would have stuck with this, I would not be stressing over the missed opportunity today. The real kick in the shin is that I have, in one way or another, been waiting for this opportunity all week. Finally it presented itself in the most perfect way possible and I didn't do anything. Will the opportunity be lost forever or will it present itself again? Maybe I shouldn't wait for another opportunity to present itself and instead abide by the old cliche and "make my own opportunity." That would be the opposite of what I usually do. Enough stressing.

Bat for Lashes Saved My Life

August 12, 2009

The band Bat for Lashes saved my life this morning. No, really. Let me explain. It all started last night while reading Questlove's tweets. Questlove is the drummer for The Roots. If you don't know The Roots, they are a fantastic band and also the house band for Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. Bat for Lashes was a guest last night on Late Night, which is why Questlove was tweeting about them. He said how good they were, so I purchased their album last night.

Fast forward to this morning. I wanted to listen to my newly purchased album on the way to work. Normally I listen to hip hop or 90's alt-rock on my way to work in the morning, and usually at a fairly high volume. Since I decided to go with Bat for Lashes, a relatively chill band, the volume was not up too high. This is what saved my life. I was driving down highway 94, like I do every morning, and I come to the intersection at Harvester and 94. Shortly before I reach the intersection I notice the car in the left lane was not moving. Normally I would have thought the driver was having car troubles and kept on through the intersection. Normally I would have been listening to the music loud enough that I would not have heard the St. Charles County Sheriff's sirens going off as he comes speeding through the intersection. But I was listening to Bat for Lashes. So I did hear the sirens, I did stop in time, and I did avoid running directly into a Sheriff's car at 55 mph. My life was saved because of what was playing in my car this morning.

While I didn't collide head-on with another car, I did almost get hit from behind. The person behind me was not as observant as I was and almost plowed right into the back of me at 55 mph. Luckily he was able to slow and swerve and avoid hitting me. It was scary seeing him miss me by inches and wind up along side of me. Two catastrophes were avoided this morning and Bat for Lashes saved my life. Nothing like a near-death experience to wake you up in the morning.

Becoming Healthy

May 28, 2009

Lately I've been trying to do things in my life to make me more healthy. I've been drinking less soda and have switched to water and juices. I've been eating better, making sure to include plenty of fruit and salads when normally I would have eaten more junk food. I've also started to make sure I work out every night, which I wasn't doing before. I've also started taking vitamins, because of my lack of vegetables at dinner time.

It is a lot easier to eat healthier at breakfast and lunch. I can buy healthy things to eat at those meals. My problem is with dinner. Some nights I teach at sylvan and don't get home until 8:30, which makes cooking a meal that late and close to when I go to bed is undesirable. On nights when I can cook, I don't. I'm not a cook. At all. While I have tried various recipes, it just isn't something I like to do. I wish I'd like it. I have a friend who is a chef and I wish I had his passion for cooking. My sister is also an excellent cook, but I don't think she'd come over every night to cook for me.

I need to find simple, yet healthy, recipes for dinners. Anyone have any ideas or suggestions on where to find some?

Sweating the Small Stuff

May 21, 2009

I'm guilty of sweating the small stuff. I don't know why or when this started, but I notice that in certain situations I find myself stressing and over-thinking to the point of exhaustion. I'll give you some examples of my weirdness.

Whenever I have to go somewhere I've never been I stress about it non-stop. What time do I need to leave? How do I get there? Do I take this exit or the next? I could have the whole route memorized and still stress about it. I don't know why. I've never gotten lost and I generally have a great sense of direction. In fact, I used to deliver pizzas and found myself to have a great sense of direction and never stressed about going on a delivery to a place I didn't know. I don't know what makes me stress out now, but I do.

Whenever I'm going to a place where there is a set of procedures that I've never preformed before, I stress, going over every possible scenario in my head over and over. This could be anything from a trip to the doctor's office to a trip to the DMV. If I've never been there, I stress. Do I have everything I'm supposed to have? What do I do next? Are other people judging my actions because I don't know what I'm doing?

At the end of all the stressing, when whatever action I wanted to complete has been completed, I always relax. I think to myself, that wasn't bad, why was I stressing? I know I'm weird and I have really no reason to stress, but I do. I sweat the small stuff, but I'm trying to change that.

The Great Twitter Facial Hair Contest

April 24, 2009

Ok, it's not really a contest. The only thing you win is the gratification of seeing me make a fool out of myself. I've decided that I'm going to let the folks on Twitter (and commenter here) decide which facial hair style I should wear. I will grow/shave my facial hair to match whatever the winning choice is then post a picture of it up on here and flickr. What are the choices? Well, I'm glad you asked. Take a look at these fine examples (image from dyers.org).

The only catch is I will not do a full beard (come on, it's going to be summer in St. Louis. That's just cruel!) and the Super Mario looks pretty much impossible. You can vote by commenting here or sending me a reply on twitter

UPDATE:There's now a poll, so submit your vote!

All Moved

March 17, 2009

After 2 long days of moving and unpacking I'm finally done. It was a tiring ordeal, but it could have been worse. It feels good to be done and have everything set up the way I want. My family was a huge help and I'm very grateful for all they did. Also, my sister Lisa was extremely nice for buying me things for my living room and bathroom. The things she bought look great! I'm just glad it's all over. Yesterday was my recoup day (and AT&T U-Verse install day) so it's back at work for me today. For any of my friends that want to know where my new place is, hit me up and I'll send you the address.

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