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No, I didn't forget. Nor did I oversleep. I actually have already been out. I got up around 5 and wanted to get some things done before commuters got in my way. So I went to the store, the post office, and the gas station BEFORE doing my normal morning stuff today. Now I have about 3 hours to kill before B gets up and 4 hours before we hit the road. I want to leave around 11 to hopefully miss some traffic. No guarantees but it might make the drive a little easier. We're going past both Seattle and Tacoma today which have bad pockets of traffic at times.

Yesterday was okay. I finished day two of my class with no issues. Thankfully all my students were east coast and we started early. I was done by 1. Packed for today. We went to Shari's for dinner since neither of us wanted to cook and we are pretty low on groceries.

While at dinner my boss started pushing on me going to TN 11/13. I kept pushing back saying fine, but I need to know WHERE. He wants me to fly home Thursday night but if I don't know where I can't promise I will. If the airport is an hour away from the client then I may not be able to get home that night. I need those details. I plan to send him a list next month of things we need to work on in 2018 and that kind of communication is part of it.

Got back from dinner and relaxed. Went to bed around 11 again.

Ya know, on a side note, I noticed there is an average of 10-12 people who read this everyday. Who are you? I am not that exciting any more. What are you waiting for? The inevitable rise and fall of Rome (again?)? Life is cyclical, sure, but I would like to hope that people aren't reading this just to see the car crashes. I mean that in many different ways too. Some of you maybe are waiting for my financial ruin (trying my hardest to never let that happen again) or maybe my mental destruction (I'd like to think that I have that finally under control)? What is it you find so appealing? Am I like one of those Civil War diaries people read?

"Dearest Martha, today I slaughtered five Union devils. In hell they now reside. Soon we will be together again beating the negroes as decreed by our God. I have a green spot on my leg, I hope it goes away soon. Yours Ezekiel"

Is that the draw? Regardless, hey thanks. I feel better knowing there's at least 10 people in the world who give a shit.

Speaking of that, B and I had a conversation last night about things like social lives and getting out. That is one hurdle we just can't seem to conquer since moving up here. We really do have no social life or circle of friends. I feel bad because at her age she is supposed to be like hanging out around campfires drinking sangria and whining about her internship. Oh wait. My wife is like 80 inside and hates all that shit. Never mind. It's the sarcasm, isn't it? That's why you keep reading.

FUNKO HQ HERE WE COME! Happy 3rd anniversary to us. Tomorrow. Don't text us today. It's tomorrow people. Three years. Wow. How far I have come. Fuck the haters.