2009 Wrap-Up

I realize I'm a few days later than planned with this, but, get over it.



1) Where did you begin 2009?
At Macaroon's with Suckerpunch

2) What was your status by Valentine's Day?
Single

3) Were you in school (anytime this year)?
Hell to the nah-nah

4) How did you earn your money?
On my knees while Harris Hill Nursing Facility took me from behind up the pooper

5) Did you have to go to the hospital?
No. Yes? No, the sprained toe was 2008 I think.

6) Did you have any encounters with the police?
Nope, surprisingly. Now, there's one 'encounter' with a cop I'd like to have, but alas, that's for another life

7) Where did you go on holiday?
Phoenix )

8) What did you purchase that was over $500?
Um.... nada

9) Did you know anybody who got married?
Dani

10) Did you know anybody who passed away?
A whole bunch of residents, my great-uncle Tommy, and... well, a part of Dani.

11) Have you run into anybody you left high school with?
Um... no? I dunno.

12) Did you move anywhere?
Nope

13) What sporting events did you go to?
Sabres game, Bills game

14) What concerts/shows did you go to?
Kings of Leon for the win

15) Are you registered to vote?
Yes

16) Who did you want to win Tila Tequila?
Someone who will subsequently murder her

17) Where do you live now?.
In mah house

18) Describe your birthday.
Friday - had a fantabulous evening with Val, Joe, Sara, and Poz, went to see Jeremy Hoyle Band. Heckled Jeremy and got heckled back. Told Frank that he should sleep with me. Did cartwheels in the parking lot. Saturday - got stood up by EV-E-RY-ONE. Sunday - Bills game with my dad. Tailgating with my brother, cousin, and friends. Poz was injured. Bills won. Scratch that, Bills annihilated the Bucs. Monday - actual birthday. Worked (it's all about that double time, cuz once you've been employed x year, your birthday and your date of hire becomes a holiday. I have no idea how many years that is, because I have far surpassed allllll the x amt of years requirements for everything). Came home to cake and ice cream. And damnit, if I don't get funfetti cake with vanilla frosting dyed purple before I'm 30, I'm boycotting the cake. That is all.

19) What's the one thing you thought you would never do but did in 2009?
Admitted to Erik that he made me cry.

20) What has been your favorite moment?
Way too many to name them all. The night of the Vampire Ball; getting to see my new niece during the first month of her life (as opposed to not until she was 3 like my oldest one); hell, go all the way back to Jan 3, meeting Ashton; what else? almost every night hanging out with Joe; Halloween with Teeny was a good night; two nights of New Moon with Teeny; Kings of Leon in Toronto; anytime Sara came up; probably one or two moments at work.

21.) What's something you learned about yourself?
Uh...that leaving my job will be beneficial to my physical and mental health, and that nepotism will apparently always - always - win in the end.

22.) Any new additions to your family?
my niece Myla

23.) What was your best month?
August. Also my brokest month, but the one I had the most fun in.

24.) What music will you remember 2009 by?
Kings of Leon, Halestorm

25) Who has been your best drinking buddy?
Joe?

26) Made new friends?
Teeny? Cuz I think we just met at the beginning of this year?

27) Best new friend?
Clearly I'm going with Teeny on this

28) Favorite Night out?
Any night out. I've been blessed with having the kind of personality and great friends that don't allow any night to suck.

29) Any regrets?
Not slicing Erik's balls off when I had the chance. But other than that, nope

30) How many girlfriends/boyfriends have you had?
Other than my own?

31) Any memorable kisses?
There are definitely a few that are memorable, but more for the sheer 'wtf'-ness of them. Making out with Liz, for instance, goes on that list, mostly because I have no idea if it happened before or after the 2009-2010 switch. Also Shawn, because I don't even know how that happened.

33) Which season was the best?
Salt. Never lets me down.

34) How many nights out of 365 days did you not remember?
252 of them.

35) If you could would you redo the whole year?
Haven't you seen the Butterfly Effect? I'm not chancing that shit.


**In the Year 2010**

1. What do you hope to accomplish?
Getting the balls out of HH

2. How old will you be turning?.
Don't remind me.

3. What are you looking forward to most this year?
Right now, a new season of Lost. Can I get at least ONE answer to my 252152872654 questons? Just one. Please.

4. Any last thoughts on 2009?
Um... Word.

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Eff.
Em.
Ell.


Well, not really, it's just been the weekend from the very pits of Hades. For starters, I had to work at 6am on Saturday. Yeah, you heard me. To make matters worse, I had been sleeping pretty much 85% of the day on Friday, so when it came time to go to bed, I couldn't, so I planned on just pulling an all-nighter. Easy plan, I was wide awake and had about 6 episodes left of Criminal Minds.

I made it to approximately 4:45am. The alarm went off 15 minutes later. Nothing like an unplanned catnap to make you even more exhausted than you need to be.

Sooooo... after work I kept attempting to make plans with Kris. And by attempt, I mean I picked up the phone and made it as far as 'create new message' and/or 'reply', and passed out. Or just blanked on words and put the phone back down. I seriously just lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. Or the phone, trying to remember how it worked. I was a zombie. A radioactive knife-throwing granny zombie, even.

So, yeah. I have not spoken to him all day today, and I got the feeling that he was getting impatient with me yesterday. Oops. Sorry Kris.

Anyshit, a New Year's re-cap, of what I can remember:
Went to work. Yay. Pretty much wanted to yoke Doogie Howser with his own nametag. He was really getting under my skin that day. But I got over it with the knowledge that there was an array of champagne, chardonnay, and vodka available for my consumption when I got home/when Liz came over. And consume I did

I was already pretty tipsy within ten minutes of one glass of wine. Probably due to chugging instead of sipping. Sipping commenced and continued by myself and Liz at Joe's place while he showered and got dressed and I did my make-up. Then it was off to for our new New Year's tradition of Suckerpunch at Macaroon's (which reminds me, we never made it anywhere near the stage to say hey to Dan. So, hey Dan!).

Began drinking immediately. The blur starts about here. I have no idea what we did there for 5 hours, I just know we were there. I do know that I am the most awesome female ever, because when I use a public restroom, especially when there are other women in line, I do not linger in the stall balancing my checkbook, or whatever the hell these bitches do in there that takes so long. Case in point: There were 90 seconds till midnight when I went to the bathroom, and I still made it back out and had both drinks back in my hand and the countdown was still at 40. Besides that, making out with Liz and publicly discussing my issues with Erik are the only things I remember at the bar. Oh, and I ran into Molly, which was just awesome, considering we met last year at Mac's. It was like coming full circle. Seriously, she's so amazing, and so gorgeous, I have no idea how we put up with the individual that we put up with. Was it really just the singing? I know Frank can bring me to my knees (and who know what I'll do while I'm down there) with his guitar playing, but was M really that good of a singer to mesmerize the common sense out of me? Or was it the alter-ego thing? Friggin rock star on stage, cuddly bear off? I dunno. Weird. Haha, one last thing I remember about the night was the guy next to us that I kept bumping into because balance eluded me, he was cool about it, but his friend was being such a douchenozzle and trying way too hard to get Liz, which was annoying, particularly considering she was making out with Joe all night (That reminds me, exactly how long after I went in the house did Liz come in? And what exactly, occurred during that timespan, or do I even want to know?).

I texted everyone at midnight, and found out some people didn't get it till almost noon, which I blame only on the fact that at least 83% of cell-phone users were also sending mass-texts to people, so the airwaves were probably paralyzed. Oh! Funniest reply came from Frank, who asked if I was drunk. I confirmed, then asked if he was coming to take advantage of me. Haha! Later on, this girl needed food, ASAP, so we went to Hillview. I would have preferred the less-greasy Forestview, but alas, Joe was the DD, and since Forestview is by his place, Hillview made more sense, as it's by my place. There was an incredibly rude patron sitting across from us, who kept commenting too loudly to his table-mate how new year's is an amateur's drinking day, and that's why he stays home (Um, hello, then why are you out, and two of the people at your table came from the same bar as us) and since we were the only drunk people in the area, it was clearly aimed at us. I was too drunk/tired/concerned about eating to reply, but seriously, does it ever occur to people that even professional drinkers might like to let go a little further on New Year's? I'm pretty sure that my birthday, New Year's, and maybe if I'm lucky, Mardi Gras are the only times I get truly blitzed. And even that doesn't happen every year.

Really wasn't sure I was gonna make it through breakfast. At one point my stomach was a little overwhelmed... and the bathroom absolutely reeked of some stank sewage or something, so that didn't help. So I just sat still at the table for a little while, feeling passed. Then we got home and I left Liz and Joe to their business while I went to bed. I think Dani called a few times, dunno if I talked to her or not, I just remember Liz coming in and I still had the phone in my hand. I woke up around 11 but Liz was still sleeping, so I went back to bed. Woke up like every hour for the next 3 or so, then we were both up, so, yeah. Poor Liz was hungover as hell, I was happy as a clam. Hehe. Sorry Liz. Well, I was starving, but other than that, happy.

Then, I pretty much just hung around in bed all day with my episodes of Criminal Minds. And if you saw in my status, I finally had a CM dream, which I was wondering when it was coming, seeing as how for the past week and a half to 2 weeks, I average 5 episodes a night (Like the SVU dreams I used to have). As far as the dream went, I'm not entirely sure of my involvement with the team, but I do know that I was tight with Prentiss, cuz I kept speed-dialing her. How I knew about this, I know not, but they were looking for an unsub who was a cop with an angel of death/hero complex (see also: the guy who shot Garcia). He was tricky, he changed his signature every time, sometimes he'd shoot, sometimes he'd stab, but either way, someone got hurt, sometimes the died, and he'd look like the first responder. So one day I get this phone call, and it's this guy I just gave my number to, and he's talking about how he's on his way to a crime scene, and for some reason, I knew it was their unsub, so I called Prentiss like 378546573 times and tried to play along with the guy, feeding his ego, all about how he was so brave to do his job and I hope he could save someone's life. Then there's a quick scenery change, and I'm standing somewhere along the trail to the Eternal Flame, but it also looks like the 'road' out to this cabin I used to go to out in Marila (I use road loosely because I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be a foot trail, but no one's walkin that far if they're carrying stuff to the cabin). But if I turned around, I was inside what looked like the Boston Aquarium (maybe a subconscious need to go back to Boston?). Someone/something kept trying to throw me into the whale pool (which they don't even have in Boston, not that I recall seeing) but I got all squirrelly and kept escaping from their hold before they could toss me in. Then Prentiss, Morgan, Reid, and I think Rossi were there, and before we could run away, this dude, looking like a mad scientist, kicks down a side door in the lobby, wields what was either an Uzi or the chain gun from Zombie Apocalypse, and demands I go with him. Somehow Morgan manages to come with me, and then we're sitting on this bench, if you will, that is moving in circles around the room. Think the UFO at Darien Lake, but instead of being locked in a cage while circumnavigating the room, you're merely sitting on a chunk of bleachers. The crazy gun-toting guy is reciting poetry, and then asked me of I liked it (Hitchhikers Guide?). Morgan coached me to say I hated it, because this guy was an approval-seeker, and would keep trying to get better, thus giving us more time to figure out what the hell to do. Then I decide that when this moving bench gets close to the guy (it's moving in an elliptical pattern, by the way, not circular), I'm going to stretch my leg out and kick him in the head. To do so, I need Morgan to hold onto me so I don't fall off, and he's trying to call Prentiss, so he's only holding with one hand, but I'm squeezing the life out it. So I stretched out my leg, and....

Woke up.
Why did I wake up, you ask? Because it was 5:37 and I had 8 minutes to be in my car and mobile, because I had fallen back asleep after the 5:15 alarm, and my internal clock only works at the last minute.

Which brings me back to the hell that was my Saturday. What really made that day annoying was that I was scheduled for 6am to do a job that's usually done at 12 or 4pm. Not sure why, especially when it's been established that Malibu does not do 6am shifts. Does NOT. The job is slated for a later hour due to the fact that the necessary materials are not available until later in the day. So I spent at least 3 hours of that day walking around the building trying to get enough stuff to do my damn job, at least another hour helping other people do their work because I was prevented from doing mine, and the remaing 4 struggling to get my work done on time. Thus the crash upon my return home. That job is stressful enough on my full 5 hours of sleep.

Today was a lot better. Well. Meh. Maybe a lot is saying too much. But there was some excellent teamwork happening that I appreciated. Thank you Justin, you rocked today.

In Popmundo news (yes, I am an addict, I can't help it), I have been playing for one full year now. Which is actually amazing, considering that last January I was like, "I don't understand this stupid game, fuck it," but then I gave it one more chance, and it all made sense. Now here I am, a top 2% rated Rock Superstar (top 2% sounds better than ranked #886, especially taking into consideration there are 42141 other Rock bands in the game. We should switch to Country, there're only 1441 of them. Easier to top the charts), married with two beautiful daughters. Wonderful. Hubby and I are trying for #3 (my #3, his #4) once we get off our upcoming world tour - the first one. All the others have been small. A North and South American Tour, a Western European Tour, the Asia and Eastern Europe Tour, etc. Also, the record label I started is doing quite well, we've moved up a LOT on the list of best places to record at, which is just fantastic, because a lot of money went into that. I'm currently in the process of writing interviews for all of the bands on my label, to give to the local newspaper. My character's cousin is the editor of the paper. What else? I opened a second bank account in LA, cuz that's where the other apartment is, and that's gonna be money for the kids when they get older. Okay, I've spent entirely too long talking about this game, I'm fully aware, but it's like a faster, slightly more fun (due to the fact that other people are involved), cooler version of Sims. (Which I'm going to go play in about 10 minutes)

Onto the Erik debacle. I gave both Liz and Joe strict orders not to allow me to call, text, smoke signal, or otherwise attempt contact with him. It didn't work, because at breakfast I texted him repeatedly to tell him how unhealthy he was to my soul. It kinda sucked, but... well. It needed to be done. I'm not sure what it will take for me to be a hundred thousand percent over him, if 'over him' is really the right phrase. Probably not. I've always been 'over him' (even while I was under him, haha), but this is some new shit that I'm very unfamiliar with. It makes me a little nervous. Even hanging out with Kris isn't changing (and I should probably tell him that, if he doesn't see it here first), which is really strange because I like Kris. If Erik came to me tomorrow and was like, Byrd, I'm grown up now, let's make a go of this, I wouldn't leap into his arms... but I might consider it for half a second.

Maybe I've been self-consciously avoiding Kris this weekend because of texting Erik. Creeee-peeeeee.

Well. Whatever. What's done is done. I told him how I really felt, I told him I really shouldn't see him anymore, and all he could say was 'sorry'. So, fuck him and all the other bitches he rode in on.

Now I just gotta get rid of Lewiston. Dude will NOT stop texting and calling. Seriously, when the last time I answered your call was October 22 (yeah, I just consulted the phone for confirmation), and the last text I replied to was.... who knows when, you've GOT to take the hint. The more logical part of me want to call/answer/reply and be like, leave me the fuck alone, but I'm so creeped out and disgusted by him and I can't even bring myself to do that.

I'm actually talking to Liz right now, poor thing needed a recap of New Year's Eve. Like I'm really in a position to do that. Story's full of holes. Anyway, we apparently toasted to being replacement best buds to each other. Nice. Slowly but surely, with what she remembers and what I remember, the entire night will come together. We could just ask Joe, but I can't trust him not to embellish.

Speaking of replacements, this brings me to something that comes directly from Ann Landers herself (if you don't understand the segue, you're not in the loop): "Thank-you notes must be written immediately. If you don't receive an acknowledgment within three months, phone and ask if your gift was received. If the bride and groom are embarrassed, fine. They deserve to be."

Wonder if the person that's directed to will ever get the message... People are getting upset and insulted that it's been two months already without a thank you card.


And on that note. I have some pizza rolls, another ep of Criminal Minds ahead of me, some Sims3 to be played, and sleep to be had. Ciao!

Whirlpools...

I have decided that the most annoying thing in the world is being completely crazy about someone you’re supposed to hate.

And I’m not even talking about just trying to stop liking someone because you realize they’ll never like you back, oh no, I’m talking about knowing that this person does like you back, even if they’ll probably never admit it out loud, but having a pretty strong inkling that no matter what, they’re going to hurt you in some way. Knowing that the smart thing is to just stay away. The safe thing is to stay away. But that the thing that will probably make you happy is not staying away.

I’ve been talking to E for the past hour or so. It started off simple. He sent a text asking how I was, asking how work was with him and his brother gone now. Relatively safe conversation, because a few weeks ago, with the passing of one of our former co-workers, I got that sort of epiphany that most people get when they’re around death and I decided that I needed him in my life in some way, even as just a friend. Most importantly, as a friend. As I’ve said many times before, when I’m having my mini-meltdowns, drowning in my own life, he’s the only person who can reach in and find me, and pull me out of the waves to the safety of the shore of sanity. I need him around from time to time. And since this is the time of year I tend to mentally aspirate, I really need him. So when I said I wanted to be friends again, but just friends, he said that was cool.

Anyway, I digress. The conversation was tame. I mentioned how I miss having all the boys work there, how I miss cooking for them, and suggested we all get together and I’ll make my famous chicken parm. From there, the exchange became laden with double entendre, and not from me. I reeled it in, reminding him that we were just friends now. He said what I wanted was cool… but it was a shame because, well, remember the good times we had.

After that, it all just came out. Word vomit, if you will. I told him how he made me feel the last time. Every detail I’ve used to describe it to my friends, how he made me feel like a whore – not the Eliot Spitzer kind, but the back alley, torn stockings, knock on the door with the secret code kind of whore. How the only thing I could compare it to was from years ago, lying there, realizing I’d just been raped. How I don’t even know how I got home, I don’t even remember the drive. How I cried for the first time in YEARS over a guy (I never even cried about Mike, and barely shed a tear about Bill so, I hope you all see how serious this is).

He apologized, said he felt bad for me and the girlfriend. I told him feeling bad doesn’t make it better or make it go away. Oh, and I should add that I started crying when he first apologized. Maybe that’s all I needed. I needed to hear him say it. I needed him to know exactly what he had done to me, and I needed to hear his remorse. He continued to apologize, up and down, didn’t realize he had hurt me like that, if he could take it back, he would. And I believe him. It was the words he used. I can’t explain it. I told him that next time, the intelligent thing to do is the next time I text/call whatever, no matter how drunk, no matter what I say, then he has to say, I’m sorry, I can’t.

But then he fires back, telling me he’s single now, and that to be honest, he really did want to ‘blank blank blank’ (‘blank blank blank’ = something uber personal and bordering slutty that I drunkenly texted to him that night, and I’m still trying to figure out what it means that he remembers, as drunk as he was, and what it means when he says he really did want to. If you’re that curious, ask and I’ll tell), then his texts turned flirty/sexual again, and I told him flat out that yeah, down the line we’ll probably end up there again. I can’t help it. It’s all the things I mentioned in my last post, the way he’ll surprise me with some sudden voice of maturity when I need it the most, and the far more intimate things… I’ll always go back. The fact that I’ve stayed away for almost 4 months at this point, despite being practically begged three times, means at least I have the strength to put my foot down and say enough is enough. Maybe I am a fool, who knows? I told him that too, that I’m probably a sucker, but he’ll get his chance to ‘blank blank blank’.

Then I was starting to fall asleep, and there was no way to keep that conversation going so I told him I was going to bed, I would love to get everyone together and make dinner for them, and that there would be no more sexy talk until I could separate him from some dirty rapist in my head. He said he hopes that happens soon, apologized again, and said goodnight hun. And sure, I’m probably acting like some 12-year-old with her first crush by overanalyzing his use of ‘hun’, but I don’t usually get ‘hun’ out of him.

All I know is that this little chat left me both relieved and twice as confused. Am I stupid, am I like those girls I make fun of for wanting to go back? Or was this really all we needed, me to spell out for him ho insensitive and obnoxious his actions were, for him to admit guilt and realize what he did was far greater than he thought? I don’t know. I don’t know what the right move is. It’s like, I don’t know that he’s bad for me so I can’t be sure if going back is wrong or not. (Walk Away by Christina Aguilera came to mind when I we finished talking.)

I don’t know. I just… I don’t know. I like him. Hell, I love him, the way you love your friends. Sometimes I wonder if there’s more. When he was in an accident over the summer I thought maybe there was, but that went away. Could I love him? Probably. Do I want to take the risk of finding out? Dude’s got a good head on his shoulders; he won’t always be an asshole. It might take him a few years, but he’ll turn out to be the kind of guy most women don’t even realize they’re looking for. Is it really worth hanging around, waiting for that guy to fully emerge? He bobs to the surface every now and then – he’s the one with my life raft – but he’s clearly not buoyant enough yet to stay afloat.

Side note: I’m in love with all my water references today. Now I’ve got to come up with a spectacular subject line…

Another thing occurred to me just now... Am I an idiot for being as open with him as I am... admitting my feelings, admitting that I'll eventually come back... Or does that mean that there's some level of trust there I can't hide from?

So… I’m here taking suggestions or ass-kickings as needed. Please give me your advice. This is just way unfamiliar territory to me.

I’m sure half the reason I’m writing this is because of delirium, seeing as how I’m sick as hell, especially because that’s the way my body rolls lately. There’s no happy medium. I’m either completely fine or I feel like I should be bedridden. I’m good to go one minute, then within five minutes I’m about to piss myself. I’m not hungry, and then ten minutes later I’m playing in the dirt while Santa Claus Jr is asking you to sponsor me for just ten little pennies a day. It’s like I can’t just be ‘okay’. I told my mom it’s because I’m old now. She just laughed, but I’m serious. I hit all the traditional milestones before most people. I was walking talking eating people food before more babies. I was reading while I was being potty trained. I was getting my braces taken off my fully developed adult teeth when half my class was still waiting for their baby teeth to fall out. I was physically capable of bearing children before my age hit double digits. In a general physical sense, I’ve been several years ahead of most people my age most of my life. Soooo…. I’m really about 60 by now.

Anyway, I digress. I came here to whine-rant-bitch about That Dude. You know the one. E.A. And I don’t mean Electronic Arts. That EA and I have been having issues since 2000 or so. This E.A. and I… It’s just a mess. Someone once asked me why I let him get away with treating me like shit for so long. But that’s the problem. He DIDN’T treat me like shit. Never, not one time (except, of course, our last ‘meeting’ where he ruined everything), did he treat me any less than the way he should have. He was an asshole, sure, I know that, I’d be lying to everyone and myself if I said he wasn’t. But I knew he was an asshole from the beginning, so it’s not like I never knew what to expect from him, but that’s just it. As much of an asshole as he was, he was just as much not an asshole. There was always that underlying nice guy. You just had to know how to find him. And I did.

We always talked about stuff. It wasn’t just random hook-ups now and then. We actually discussed things. He was always there when I needed someone to talk to. In fact, he’s one of the only people I felt safe enough to during my downward spiral last year, while also being one of the few people who reached out to catch me. He always told me he was there if I needed him, and I trusted him with that. And I always knew where we stood with each other. It wasn’t like other guys, say, Mike, where I never knew what was going on, where one night he’s hugging me, holding me, kissing my forehead, my temple, but then the next day he’s telling my friend he’s not into me and doesn’t understand why I think he is. No, E was always constant. There were no ups and downs, no back and forth bullshit, it was just him and it was just me. We had fun together.

We argued a lot, but it was usually over the most petty and ridiculous things. Like the 6-hour heated discussion over the correct spelling of “touché”, that ended when I finally got access to a dictionary. Like what color my underwear were one day (they weren’t purple, they were clearly violet). What channel is TBS (which remains unsolved because I was arguing with DirecTV standards and he was on Dish Network or something)? Most people thought that to be a sign that we didn’t get along, but I highly disagree. I think the more stupid, asinine, sibling-esque arguments you get into with someone, the more passion you have for them. (This is not, however, to be confused with drag-out fights about things like, who were you with, whose fucking panties are these in our couch, I don’t care if your mother is dying I want you to stay home. Those are fights most likely best solved by breaking up.)

The worst part about all this? There really could have been something there. Maybe not next month or even next year, but someday. He just had to grow up, and I just had to shake my commitmentphobia. After that, things could have been all good. But no. He ruined everything in August, and I’m done. No amount of growing up on his part can fix things. However, let’s face it, in a month or so from now, if he calls me, chances are I’ll have cooled off enough to give him a quick reunion, but he’s never gonna be right with me again. And that makes me sad. As picky and set in my ways as I am, finding someone who would fit is an amazing thing. He could have been it. I read somewhere that if you make a list of all the things that would turn you off a guy, and when you meet someone, if he has a bunch of things on that list but you still like him, he’s a keeper. Well, E met most of the requirements in the ‘want’ column, and had at least 2 from the ‘don’t want’ column, but I didn’t even mind. One of them was a habit I could have broken him from over time, and the other was something he recently grew out of. There you go.

But … he killed it. Whatever we could have had. Gone. Sucks to be him.

Anyway, I’m going to bed now, since I’m old and all. It’s only 9:42, but, yeah, it’s about that time. Gotta be in top shape for work and the game tomorrow. Do you know how hard it is to watch a Bills game and do work at the same time? Especially when I’m supervising at least 4 or 5 guys who I’m gonna have to make sure are doing their work?

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