TGIF…perhaps not

It’s 6:40 a.m.  It’s still pitch black outside. And yes.  I’m already in the office. What’s wrong with this picture??? Oh well.  11 more days to the Big Gala.  7 of those are working days. I can do this. I. Can. Do. This....
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World in Technicolor

50 days have passed since my mom passed away. My dad and brothers went to feed the  bedridden monks at Chulalongkorn hospital in my mom’s honor.  She liked to do that.  (Oh yes, and the money you donate to the Thai Red Cross does go there as well.)  And as I mentioned, Aunty Tim, May, Brandon and I went to Wat Pathammachat to pray and to feed the monks, the healthy ones that is. 50 days also marks the point where we can come out of mourning.  I have been wearing black, white and grey clothing since mom passed away. ...
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Ninja Grief

If my computer runs the DVD/CD burner program once, not only it wouldn’t open again after I close it, but somehow it causes Photoshop to not launch. So, here I went, rebooting.  While waiting for it, I glanced at the few pictures of my mom on my wall. I went into Nhien’s office and cried.  Just a little bit. But I mean, I was just rebooting the computer, for god’s sake!  I mean, what the heck? Grief is fucking sneaky....
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Runaway train

…oh god. My social calendar is about to run off the frickin’ track. Hi. I’ve just gotten home tonight after a happy hour with my coworkers and some other new friends like El Heffe, Robb and Al the Dancing Fools from Girls Night Out, and newer friends I made at the bar, Joe Trojan and Morgan the Hater. I even ran into that one dude who came out drinking with us once at the Edison…whatever his name was. (Sorry, man.) So yeah. Last Friday, I was turning into a pumpkin somewhere on the 605 after dropping Celeste off. We had...
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A sad morning

For 14 years you have never let me down. But I guess 14 years is a long time. I was only a few days ago when we got together last. This morning, as I stood in front of my vanity, I held you in my hands as you took your last breath. RIP my faithful hairdryer. You have served me well. P.S. Who knew that a well positioned space heater works fantastically in drying you hair!...
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