Subway Breath!

God Bless Subway. When I eat there, I end up with the coolest "get out of my way" breath. Pickles and Onions (who the hell am I kissing? That's right--NOBODY!) over garlic chips and chocolate chip cookies. Chew vigorously, and exhale at your opponent (read: Frat Boy Office Mate).

"Dude, I want to use the copying machine!"

*EXHALE*

"Shit, you can have it."

Ah, the wonders of modern culinary.

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So Rebecca kinda made it hard for me to hide it from the rest of the office that I'm leaving. So I just went ahead and told everyone who was not Dave. Shoot. And I was saving up for the "Screw you guys, I'm going home" routine. Woulda been *excellent*.

None-the-less, I was met with a bunch of "good for you" from everyone. Especially the other "lifers." The funny thing is that I might have started an unfortunate exodous. Because now, folks who were just *thinking* about it, are now *seriously thinking* about leaving. It's funny really...not funny "ha ha" kinda funny "ho ho."

Right. Back to exhaling on poor unsuspecting workers.

(no subject)

So my mood swings the other way. Again. I've got more swing than the Count Basie Orchestra!

Again, I looked around the office, realized that I'm almost out of there. I've got prospects. I've got hopes. And I'm just *tired* of being down. Just tired of being tired.

And then the Chocolate Chip Cookies kicked in.

One of the folks in my office looked at me and told me that I was just far too chipper today. I retorted that I have to take my highs where and when I can. And it's true. You have to take them and hold onto them, and just LIVE.

I think that I've been dead for a while. Big hole right down to the center of me. And I've been trying to fill it from without. I should be filling it from within.

It's part of the realization that the *rest* of the world is mad. Not me. I'm perfectly sane. Either that or we're all mad. "We're all Mad Here!"

So, again. Another epiphany (I'm at three big ones now...I guess). I've got a list to fulfill. I'm behind. So behind that I'd forgotten about working through it. The list? It's a bunch of Stuff that I really want to do. For no other reason than to do them. Not all of them are attainable, maybe. But all of them are possible. Soooo many possibilities.

I've got a lotta living to do--Hit it Sammy!

There are girls just ripe for some kissin'
And I mean to kiss me a few!
Oh those girls don't know what they're missin',
I got a lot of living to do!
And there's wine all ready for tastin'
And there's Cadillacs all shiny and new!

Gotta move, cause time is a-wastin',
There's such a lot of livin' to do!

There are girls of well in their twenties
Who are suave and reckless and true
All those girls who give a guy plenty
I've gotta a lot of livin' to do

There's music to play,
Places to go, people to see!
Everything for you and me!

Oh, Life's a ball
if only you know it
And it's all just waiting for you
You're alive,
So come on and show it
We got a lot of livin'
Such a lot of livin'
Got a lot of livin' to do!
--Sammy Davis, Jr. (Originally from Bye Bye Birdie)