argh

The first night is always the worst. I feel so out of sync that I can't even get my "other girlfriend" (sleep, in fairyhead parlance) to pay attention to me.

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I get so sick of irony sometimes. I seem to be going through a period of intense social contraction right about the same time that I'm making a tentative peace with the degree to which social interaction is important to me. Of course, this is compounded by absence today, but still.

hitting the road

Looks like I'll be travelling for work next week, to Dallas. Apparently the CFO of one of our clients thinks I hung the moon, and wants to meet me. I'll also be showing a new, small client how to use our tracking system. Assuming I don't royally fuck up, this could be... interesting. Now, of course, I'm worried about being presentable and all. So... yay/egad?

This might also give a more immediate incentive to getting a cell phone; I don't like the idea of being alone and lost in a strange city with no direct means of contact.

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The upshot of being Mercurial As Fuck is that at least I'm getting some "up" now.

That sense of uncurling at the base of my neck is much more pleasurable when I'm happy.

My morning started today with the sun streaming through my bathroom window and the thought/realization, "The sun loves my unintelligible body."