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I am home for the first time in three or four days. I've lost count. But it's a nice thing.

Work has been mad, up down sideways and forwards. Systems crashing, sleep deprivation, Face the Flood meetings, not enough cigarette breaks, free pizza. Such is life.

It's the outside of work part that's been so damned fun. Played D&D 3rd Edition rules on Wednesday night after work. It's been so long. My character Meier is an awful little brat and more than a bit foolish at times. I don't think people quite get that, but I know where I'm going with him so I don't care too much. It will all be sorted out in time.

Sleep deprivation, sex, swimming and Ninfa's chicken suiza enchiladas will turn me into a cracked out monkey.

writing to make up time

It's strange how both the boy and the girl fit well in my arms. I never cease to marvel at that. They both have thick dark hair, and they make me smile.

Yesterday I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself for a long time. Because I don't think I've ever really looked at myself and seen what other people see. It was a strange thing, and it left me a little bit shaken because I just had no idea. No idea at all.

It seems so unfair that I'm in such a good mood and she's so far away because I just want to grab her and spin around in circles until I'm too breathless to laugh.