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I got the most interesting email from a surprising source - my sister. First off I didn't think she was still reading - HI SIS! - but apparently she is. The email? Support of me and LO2. Okay, not really 'support' but not admonishment or insults like everyone else has given me. No instead it was admonishment towards all the haters that made me shut down the last couple of days and not want to share anything. She said that I should remember who this blog is for - ME. Not you, not them, but me. That I *NEED* it to get everything in my fucked up head out. She is so right. This isn't about you. For once I can proudly say without fear of offense, this fucker is for me. Therefore, blow me. You don't like what you read? Click onto youtube and watch a kitten. There's plenty of them out there.

Yesterday work went well. I finally got through a couple of my roadblocks and there was just an air of levity in the office. I think everyone had a rough week and we all finally felt good because of the approaching weekend. Worked from about 6:50 to 3:30. At 3:30 I was like fuck it, I am out of here. But in a good way. After work, came home dyed the head (I can't say hair really as the amount of hair and scalp are getting more equal with every passing day...). Then waited for the kid to get home. Last night was father/daughter time especially since I will be spending a good part of the weekend with LO2. I haven't seen her since Monday night and we are both looking forward to the weekend. I do believe for different reasons. I am looking forward to see if this can make it through a third week or if we have run out of things to actually keep us interested in each other and I am sure she is looking forward to being in the company of a BAMF. Yep. BAMF bitches. No matter what, dating LO2 has taken my confidence back to new levels of insanity. Like last night at the movies...

Once the kid got home, we headed out to pick up her contacts and then meet friends for dinner and a movie. We met at this italian place which was pretty good. I wasn't totally thrilled with the prices, but it worked and it was the end of my friend's birthday week so it was all good. There were about 9 or 10 of us and we all headed over to the movie theater right after dinner. Saw Cowboys and Aliens. I am on the fence about it. On one hand, it was pretty much a page by page of the comic book which means I can't say they screwed it up, on the other hand it fell a little flat on the screen. But it's Han Fucking Solo and he like Nicky Cage could put a film of him sitting on the toilet for 90 minutes and I would still see it.

While at the theater I was in line to get popcorn and starting chatting this girl up. Very unlike how I was a few months ago. I mean I was really getting into a conversation. It wasn't quite long enough for me to like get a number or anything, but just the act of it showed me that my confidence is back where it fucking belongs.

Side note -- ordered a tub of Castiel lip balm from ComicCon and when it arrives any woman who kisses my lips will be kissing the lips of God...

Anyway, after the movie, came home and crashed. We didn't get home until after 1 and now we are up and I am taking the kid to work. Let's do this...