The landscaping is done and it has passed final inspection.

Dad and I had some good idea sharing and conversation.

Riding with the field tech today was fun, but not very informative.

Final completion of the landscaping was coupled with a good omen: Found the window sticker that I had saved for . Now I just need to be in the same physical space as said Decepticon to give it to him. Luckily, I’ll be in the Lansing area this weekend.

It was really good to hang with , , and yesterday. I had really missed you peoples, and especially da Benny.

Tomorrow morning seems to loom ever closer. I must pack my lunch, pack my bag, and rest my brain.

The trip to Ohio was much needed and very well-timed. The game was top-notch, and the hooker jokes were unparalleled.

Could have done without the Ratkin, especially when describing the inside of one of B. B. Wolfe’s cages at Dr. Celestine’s Carnival of Souls. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen a Ratkin that hasn’t been played by a rules-lawyer type that wants to weasel out of actually role-playing. Yeah, bitter. Nobody fucks with the Carnival for me. Heh.

Mr. Weaver’s roller coaster was extremely well received.

Shelby Township is scraping at me, like fingernails on a chalk board. My car payment became due a week earlier than originally agreed, which would be fine if I had received my first paycheck yet. There are a few details that did not meet with the satisfaction of inspection. That’s no biggie, and it will only take me an hour or so to fix. Just another piece of straw on the camel’s back. After I sleep tonight, all of this won’t matter. I’ll be smiling on the way to my job again. My key to independence. That’s really what this job is to me, and why I can’t get over the opportunity it represents.

By the way, I slept an extremely restful sleep at and ‘s apartment. I had the most gentle awakening by their daughter when she was trying to figure out who I was. Apparently, “skippy” = “kippy” for a two year old. Excellent.

For those of you that I nit-picked about letters to, don’t worry about it. They will be well-appreciated when they come, but more so if they come when they’re due, and not before. And , I’m not forgetting you. ;)

Tomorrow is a step closer to me.

I felt a dark rage that pulsed with the music on the radio today. I felt it, and it drove away my oversleeping-related headache. I felt it on the way to the post office to drop off a letter to which won’t actually go out until Tuesday, thanks to the holiday weekend.

I used the rage to finish the landscaping. It’s all finally done.

I was thinking something extremely poetic in the car. That got swallowed up in using the rage. I don’t remember what it was, except that I was going to end it with “ owes me a letter.” as a non-sequiter. If the poetry has been sacrificed in turning the emotion into action, then so be it.

By the way, she really does owe me a letter. So do and .

IPM had some fantastic conversations and, unfortunately, invovled me leaving early. I desperately needed sleep.

, I remember thinking on the ride home that your hugs felt like healing magic.

It hurts a lot when I miss

Over the past week or so, the contact lens in my left eye has been refusing to not dry out, refusing to re-moisturize, and was constantly giving me foggy vision. It was to the point yesterday where I was closing my left eye just so I could see clearly. This morning, I swapped out my lenses (such a g33k) for a fresh pair. It’s a lot better, mind you, but not perfect. My left eye seems to have this desire to cover the contact lens in this thicker-than-tears goo that fogs up my vision. It’s cleared up a lot from this morning, and I’m hoping that it will eventually go away.

Is this anything like the symptoms you were experiencing, ? I’m wondering if I’m going to have to get glasses again.