Well, another one jumps ship. Rumor has it that yet another department plans to hire the LAN manager directly, bypassing NCS. Will the last one out please turn off the lights... I'm still a crispy critter from last weekend's fun - second degree sunburn is no fun. I've got to find a sunscreen similar to the one I used on the Habitat for Humanity build. It turned my face a lovely shade of blue-silver, but hey - I didn't get sunburned. I've got to get this somewhat healed before this weekend, otherwise I may end up in serious trouble. I've got a golf tournament for Children's Hospital on Saturday, then tickets to Sunday's game again. I'll be well done by Monday ;)
Here I stand again, speaking to an empty room. My thoughts aren't worth the cyberspace they would take up if I cared to tweet or post to Facebook, but here I stand anyway. I had no idea how long it had been since my muse had forced me to write. I used to write almost daily, poetry mostly, when I was younger and believed that someone cared what I had to say. I wanted to be e.e. cummings or T.S. Eliot or anyone who seemed to be so comfortable in his own skin to pour out his emotions onto a blank page. It took me a few years to realize that the writers who filled my pantheon of literary deities were not that comfortable after all, but wrote because not writing was more painful than the spilling of emotion. So I think I will take up my keyboard once more, wade out into the battle, and write.
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