And but for the sky there are no fences facing

Hello Friends.

A special shout out to the man we've all come to know and love as my friend "Hot Mike." He was a stellar date at the Awards Banquet last night. Nice and polite and my coworkers liked him. Good man. No, great man. I'm lucky to have a friend like him.

And another public hello goes out to my new friend, Chevron. Dudes, Chevron gave me some hot chocolate the other night, and he's very fun. I'm glad he's not 17 like I originally thought. My hanging out on less-busy nights at the local gas station would pretty much make me Mary Kay Latourneau. He's old, like I am. Chevron is cool because he's a weary, wandering soul.

Things here are happy. I'm glad the weekend is here—I need it after several days of manual labor at the old Excel office buildings. I keep getting injured in weird ways. It's one thing when your back is kind of achy from lifting boxes. It's quite another when you keep getting hit in the neck with random boxes (I'm sure I'll be bruised up—it'll be like a hickey, only not as fun) and nearly biting your tongue off when your boss sneaks up behind you. Oh, the perils of Corporate America. I spit blood for about 5 minutes.

Oh, and I'm happy to report I'm back in the game—no waiting around crying over EC. No, the other night I took in a film at the local Century Theater, and one of the employees was nice enough to give me the eye. Bless you, son, for objectifying me.

Also, it was funny. While I was out at the movies I accidentally left my cell phone at home. When I got back, I saw that I had a message. It was from Brick Stupid Dave. See? That's what happens when you cut people out of your life. And I didn't call him back. That's called liberation.