Monday Morning and the day has begun to suck as much as it usually does. Maybe it was because of last night. Last night was spectacular. Of course I overworked myself. I had a headache of great proportions, and a tense neck shoulder upper back combination that was killing me alive. I am not being "Mad Drama" (I'll stop with the inside jokes),this is all exact. It was a combination of carrying garbage bags, sleeping in a bad position on Friday, and some other stress. Anyway it was bad. Marisol knew it would be, and did the sweetest thing in the world. She made a bubble bath with Epson salt that was just fabulous. It soothes and relaxed me so damn much. Man it was just awesome. Afterwards she massaged Bengay onto the afflicted area. She is incredible guys. Wow. Lights off, candles burning, bubbles galore, and K-rock playing in a distance, while she washed the dishes.

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Yeah I felt kinda bad having her wash the dishes, but I did cook a wonderful steak dinner when I got home from work. It was improvised so I mainly seasoned it a whole new way, and served it with garlic english muffins, and cheesy garlic english muffins. Hey you gotta do with what ya got, right? It was all very good. We ate, and I bathed. After all that, the food, the bath, the great quality time that we never ignore, I got to sit next to her as she slumbered and watched the Wire. And what an episode it was. Stupid detectives thought that Meth would really announce a murder over the phone. Instead of investigating deeper they went with the obviously too easy to be right, and lost their wire. Like someone is going to make a call after that. It was cruel for Meth to kill his dog. He did feel remorse. It was funny listening to the dialogue in the interrogation room, as they question Meth about the Murder. Sometimes those Cops just have their head up their asses. Oh and when the stupid Detectives ran into the Young Dealers at the Movie Theater, that was just gold. Sunday afternoon was stressful, but Sunday night was great. Mainly thanks to Marisol, and with a little help from HBO.

Tonight Tai is featuring at thirteen. How cool is that?

So as soon as my boss comes into the office she tells me that this whole week I will have to make visits to the NYC Department of finance. Of course no other person wants to make this agonizing daily trip, so they send me. Who else right? I've been doing it for two years. Sure if a person has short patience then the trip is hell. With me it is great.
I can read, or write, ride the train, be unbothered, and still get paid. What can be better. I can't let everyone else know how much I love it, it just wouldn't be right. They wouldn't want to send me as much. The trip isn't 100% great either. Because of this trip I must play catch up with my own duties. Because of people taking vacations and me covering, I have been playing catch up ever since I came back from St.Louis. Depressing aint it? Not really. As long as I have a job, I am being productive, and there aren't too many complaints against me then I am all good.

My problem is that I always want more. Maybe it isn't that big of a problem but, professionally, I always want to grow. I need it. Need is such a strong word, but it is one that we must come to accept in life. Sometimes we have needs, that we wish we didn't. It is useless to fight it. Okay enough with the self-help book crap, I am not Tony Robbins. I just want to understand life a bit better at times.

It is Monday, and I take this day way too seriously. Like if I actually had a weekend to begin with. Sometimes I am not sure if I am glad to be back at work on Mondays, or I wish I was at my weekend Job again. Neither. I wish that I didn't work the weekends, and that I hated going back to work on Monday as much as any regular person does.
All that glitters aint gold!

My weather has been changing rapidly as of late. Don't know why, but moods just switch. I don't think I am going through my midlife crisis yet, but ya never know. I am just exhausted at times, and that is tiring itself.

I say "dude" way too much at work. It is getting so bad that it is beginning to stick to other people. Some of these people are older, who remember "the good old day". Some of whom are "Dead Heads" (Grateful Dead guys). [Did I use whom in its correct context?]
Anyway the problem with these people is that they put Dude at the end of a sentence as was 80's surfer style. ie. How's it hanging dudes? They have completely forgotten to keep up with the times. The correct way would be: ie. Dude, what's up?
Notice the difference? In this sentence "dude" was used as an introduction not a closing. I should just write a pamphlet. The other thing is that one woman can't understand that the word "dude" has been unified. We no longer use the degrading term dudet. Dude now means person, male or female. Ya dig?

Anyway that is really enough for now.