Dammit...

I have the hiccups.

And I am still on my drugs from the wreck. With some helpful advice from another courageous soul, I anchored the front end to a building at my work and attached a 4-ton chain hoist to the rear. Well, suffice to say, the Jeep is all better. Better enough to pass inspection. Gottta get a new exhaust put on, but that's not a big deal. Friends in all the right places, for once.

The hiccups are still here. Where the hell did they get that name? Anyone? If you're local and can come up with a real etymology for the word, I'll buy you a drink or two. Things like that torment me.

So, in other news, the job is going well. Our giant, high-profile contract has started, and I am doing all I can do to make sure it goes off without a hitch. See, my job is to make sure the train never gets derailed. If it should? I need to single-handedly arrange for it to get back on track. Allthewhile dealing with the onslaught from the general contractor and any other trade that has been distressed due to my company's "oops". Kind of a stressful thing. Thank goodness for stres relievers. Like living near the mountains. Always a stone's throw from solace.

I need to update this thing more. Those few of you that have been with me for a while know this is a running theme. Well, something to be said for consistency.

The double ex (Beth) was over tonight. She stopped by "for a little bit" after taking the LSAT. Proud of her, I am. Yoda. But, the little bit turned into 7 hours. So I was sure to get all of my regular things done. Phone calls. Dishes. Emails. Exercise. She left feeling pissed. Probably because I didn't drop everything and tend to her. Well, that's a job for her flavor of the month. Whichever "man" happens to take advantage of her at the time. I am so tired of it. So I go on with my life and don't feel bad. Is that naught of me? Am I not a friend? Huh. Maybe I am not. That should, perhaps, bother me.

I got a nice gift from this girl last week. A book. See, her and I only see each other on random nights. She used to work at the bar I frequent, and we hit it off. Little bit goth. Little bit nerdy. Very sexy. I haven;t seen or heard from her since St Pat's. But, she was at the bar the other night and dropped off a Suicide Girls book. Kinda sexy. Really sexy actually. Hmm. What now?

OK. I am off to go get some red paint. There are a few bare spots on the town that need it. Nite to you fine feather folks. I'll contribute more, I promise.

-Rich