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Tuesday Stay Late AgainSeptember 16, 2008

TALLAGASSEE NITES 91608 (Obama-207; McCain-227; Tossup-104)

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze.

THE GUARDIAN ANGEL OF YOUNG LOVE. I ACCEPT LOVE WITH GRATITUDE. I AM OPENED AND MADE WHOLE BY ITS BEAUTY. THIS ANGEL CAN HELP ME VALUE MY SEXUALITY, CHERISH THE GIFTS OF LOVE AND AN OPEN HEART AND RESPECT MY OWN TENDER FEELINGS.

You may call God love, you may call God goodness, but the best name for God is compassion.

++Today, in a social or professional group setting, you should just play along with everyone else -- sure, it might be boring to play those games that people play, but it is a lot easier than trying to re-invent the wheel. The road map to conversation is there, so why not follow it? You can still display your charm within the framework of small talk or biz-speak. You don't have to thrill the room with long tales of your latest adventure. Try not to stand out too much. You'll find a way to make this dull day spring to life. But be careful as your impulsive antics may lead to trouble. Take the time to be more patient and thoughtful with your choices, and resist the temptation to charge forward. This may save your job as well as your reputation. Save the impulsive decisions for your loved one who appreciates it the most.

It has been a rather calm day around work. A few truck in – there was one on the scales when I got here this morning and I ate his ass out for sitting on the scales. It pissed him off and when he walked out the door he left it open. He was still in a snit when he left. What a way to start a day. I am ashamed of myself. Michelle came by for a bit and Tom has been in TriCities. English has started a new stack on the hill and they are unloading themselves. I had to work past six with the fucking English trucks. I watched Strike on the laptop. It was a story about a woman riveter in Poland that led some workers on a strike and eventually elected Les Wolkewnka  president. it was a good story. I called Mikey at seven thirty and he was busy eating candy. He assured me everything was okay. I need to start collecting some stuff to send to him this weekend. I am tired and plan to go to bed early.
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