Pardon me for my utter unbloggerliness! But while Obama and Slumdog Millionaire rock the world, I've switched on my kick-some-butt mode. The subliminal effect of the changes made in the office by my boss must have worked. Was working on this kick ass deal that I finally won yesterday, that snared my indispensability during these crazy times. Buddies being made redundant and companies here being liquidated, shutting shop and squeakily grinding to a halt is alot of what we talk about over coffee these days.
Okay, it wasn't just work that kept me from clogging this spot. Picked up a new book, Basketcase; signed up for some online MBA classes; bought some 23 bootlegged DVDS , discovered Lexulous (Scrabulous blinged up and pimped out to look different) and drank enough Friday night to make me feel like a boiled cabbage all of yesterday. Thats mostly caused by too much drinking and no dancing. I usually dance, right next to the speakers. Though I guess it depends on who you are with. I found myself following my buddies meander out of the smoke filled tent, over to the beanbags. "We're getting old" said both the grinning 32 year olds I was with. As we scooted away at an early half past one, I make a mental note to put more thought into who I drag along to these things with me. One more venting opportunity left undanced.
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