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After getting up at 6:30, driving three other people to work, and realizing why I don't get up at that hour, here I am. I don't have to go to work til 10. I need a car soon, or I may go insane.

Part of my realization of impending insanity was listening to the classical station on my way back to the house through 7am rush hour, and hearing the announcer say, "Now a nice little waltz, Fraulein in Aspic." It took me a moment. I think it was really Bach, but who knows.

There is a line of kegs in the living room, much like a fragment of some ancient, unknown monument.

Yesterday I hauled dozens of cases of German beer into the cold room, swept up the spilled hops, brought in more hops from the truck, and generally did a lot of lifting. I think I'm allergic to the combination of dust and hops. My skin is still crawling, and my face is breaking out again. How depressing.

My boss gave me a bottle of orange blossom mead. I had a glass last night, and I'm still not sure what my opinion is on it. Very sweet, more so than most of the wine I drink. It's a pretty color though.

I just want it to be Friday, and for everything to be over. Gene's taking off for Houston, so I'm going to get to sleep in my own bed and hide at the apartment with Melynda, hopefully go out to Metro, see a movie, something.

I have six tickets to the 10:10pm showing of Chamber of Secrets on November 15th. Score.

I have never been fired before

A new record for me. Though I've always thought I had a rather good track record as far as jobs go.

I was fired this morning when I arrived at work. No reason given, other than "it's just not working out." I don't know if that means I asked too many questions, or too few, or what. Melynda supposes it could be that they don't have enough money, despite the fact that they're a busy place. I don't know.

I cried in the car, and hated every moment of it. I liked this job, I felt so good about it, I was enjoying the work even with the dust. I wish I knew why, or I could shake this sick feeling. Damn it.

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Went swimming this afternoon, in shockingly cold water. The sun felt good on my back. It helped dispell some of the headache. Cooked a steak for myself, seared in my dented frying pan with red wine, pepper, and garlic. It turned out pretty decent. I'll have to remember that the Columbia Crest merlot goes well with meat.

I look at the clock, or my watch, and I think, I should still be at work. Sigh. Useless.

Leaving a coke in the freezer is a delicate business. You don't want it to freeze solid, just get to the point where it becomes a slush. Thank heavens for caffiene and sugar and red meat, such delightful vices when needed.

I found your watch on the bar

Add to my list of older men who I find weirdly attractive, Al Pacino. Hmm. I'm just watching movies, wasting time. TCM showed Freaks earlier, which I don't think I've seen in six or seven years. The Man in the Moon is on right now, which I first watched at Tracey's house probably about ten years ago. It's sad and a little odd, with this film image of the South, and boys who drive pickup trucks. Reese Witherspoon plays Dani, and she reminds me painfully of myself at that age and the friendships I had, how I wanted some of them to be more.

Oh I had forgotten the horrible tractor accident that kills Cort. God. I think I'm going to go watch Picture of Dorian Grey now instead.