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Called by the call center today at 5:30, asked to pile on the conference call. Spent about 10 minutes dressing myself in an attempt to become conscious. Piled in the car to let Becky sleep, called in.

"We don't need Tristan." was about the first thing out of the mouth of the other guy called on. So hereiam, listening to 10,000 Days and being more conscious than I wanna be.

Took the monkey down, last remnant of the mayhem in my cube; I figure I can push things a little, but shouldn't let something that goofy last longer than a week.

Starting the week. Whoof. *inhales* Let's get to it.

Rose is rose

Pat Brady occasionally writes a comic or two with his characters enjoying 'No-Reason Happies'. The idea resonates with me; I get that way too.

Right now I'm having the 'No Reason Ragies'. I should have handed someone the phone before I went to hide my head after the first outburst. It's like a bad case of angry verbal diarrhea.

I'd like it to be over now, so maybe I can go back to work without a sense of shame overshadowing me.