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I would like nothing more than to strip off these clothes and crawl back into bed in the dark. That is not going to happen. Damn it. Instead I stretched and heard my bones creak. I hope today ends quickly.

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Few things could improve this day. The power going out all over North Austin and shutting my office down would help but I don't think I will get that lucky again. Work is grueling, and I'm frustrated beyond belief. Every time a dispute comes back on my work, I am filled with rage and despair. I am starting to sound like some bratty fourteen year old girl who would run a community devoted to Nirvana and Foo Fighters slash. And yes, I saw that community today.

(I'm not weirded out so much by the slash, but by the fact that so many of these Nirvana fans were babies and kindergarteners when Nirvana was huge. I am so old.)

It's grey and dark outside. A few hours ago I saw a ray of sunlight, and the gloom has lightened up somewhat. But all I can think about is when I can leave.

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We're under a tornado watch right now, with the cold front hovering just north of us. I was just thinking yesterday about how it is getting to be tornado season, and just that turn of phrase made me realize that it would be damn near impossible to ever sever my Texas roots.

Alan and I talked in the car on the way home about jobs and finances and cars and the details of living. I hesitate to even dream about it working out, because I hold a little superstition about that. But it would be nice if it did. We could use some changes, and if we need to work jobs we don't like then we should at least make some money.

Brett's new car is very nice, and he got a sweet deal on it. I am so glad. It has the shiniest engine I've ever seen, as he wound up with a 2001 Ford Escort.

I just cracked up hearing Peter O'Toole refer to his new film Troy as an egg beater, and how he didn't mind promoting a "paticularily good egg beater." That was so random and hilarious. Time for Simpsons and laundry.