The Illusionist

So after the moving of the concrete, I was all set to settle in for a settling night of sucky movies (Underworld special edition), when I got an IM. Kristi & Tony. Karaoke.

Sigh.

Yeah, I went.

Met a really nice girl there. Cute, sweet, sings like an angel.

Married.

Still, had a good night. Shone like the star I am, tiny and invisible.

Now, sleep.

Home.

Cooking dinner.

Sleepy.

Crap on a tube sock.

I just got a call from a company wondering if I'd come work for them.

In Australia.

Damn. I should have had 'em at least fly me out for an interview.

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