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December 23rd, 2005

Worky work.

First round of the presentation went really well. Basically we knew going in that what they would want next is a level of detail more, and that was exactly the response that we got, but the overall response to the rearchitecture proposal was totally positive. That feels good going in, because it's a whopping change and it's gonna take some serious time to do, but it looks like it's more of a "how do we get there" conversation rather than a "should we even do this" one.

Pretty much the rest of today and the first week in January will involve me doing Visio diagrams and PowerPoint presentations clarifying the stuff for the marketing team and providing a big, fat, juicy carrot to dangle to entice them into being patient. That and a few meetings to prioritize and plan a high-level process map so that our PM can play games with Project.

It's a good place to end the year.
Making a comparison of what my mental space was at this time last year compared to this year, and it's pretty obvious that even though I was in the Gulag, I was more clear-headed and happier. I'm chalking that up to two things:
1.) I knew that I was heading toward the end of my tenancy at the Company of Yellow and Green
2.) I was getting regular intense exercise.

Number two is probably the biggest contributor.

There's some other stuff: I was in my own apartment space that was actually pretty decent, which is such a major change from the Big Broken Box™ that it's night-and-day, and it has to be contributory. But I'm still laying odds that the regular intense exercise was the single biggest contributor.

And no my little fluffqueen, that is no brilliant revelation. It is merely for me to add more fuel to the motivation fire.
History in the mucking.

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Slow day in LJ-land.

Doing some re-reading of old entries.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/magicmarmot/484681.html

http://www.livejournal.com/users/magicmarmot/497257.html#cutid1

And some google poetry:

Love, gently like simple chair. If you extend the wings which as a butterfly is so not easily assignable, than the sky of night and in heady the meat of the desire with all drinking as dark as him umgibt, and we dream.


If I think of you, I feel the discovery itself which is however for your note, longing, hesitatnt, because I do not think that you believe in the same desire of me as me for you.






Jesus PH Christ on a rubber crotch.

I left work 15 minutes early. Normal 30 minute commute.

Today: 75 minutes.

ass fucking hole fucking idiot fucking drivers. Yeah, okay, you put off your holiday shopping until the last possible minute-- that doesn't give you free license to be a fucking shit-hat. Stop signs are still stop signs. Turn lanes are still turn lanes. If some asshat has driven into the intersection and is blocking traffic, it doesn't help when you do the same and then lay on your fucking horn.

Fucking fuck.
Well, shit.

Waiting for Mom. She doesn't show up. I get a call.

She's coming tomorrow afternoon instead.

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Holy crap, do I feel sick.

I think I might have eaten some bad turkey.

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