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My most triumphant return

Hello sportsfans!

I have finally arisen from the ashes of no internet land! Which means life can go on as scheduled. MY photo works have been given over and edited them. The family who received them seems truly happy with them. I only wish I could have gotten them to them sooner but it is what it is and I can only make so many miracles happen in one sitting and I’m guessing getting a company out to a place on time isn’t one of them. I’m attempting to figure out what to write so I’m just going to snow ball it and then watch another movie or something.

I have a new job and it seems to be ok but it’s factory work. The one thing I really like about factory work is the ability to be a social hermit and focus on my work without interruption. It’s kinda awesome if it wasn’t so exhausting. Going to bed early would be easier if I didn’t live above a recording studio that includes several versions of unholy hell including barbershop music, drum solos, and an infinite amount of bass lines. I was actually trying to sneak in some sleep earlier but was woken up at 8:00pm by the droning sounds of a kick drum and bass.

 Forty five minutes later, the music got louder and started vibrating the floor. I considered politely texting again but since I don’t have to be to work until Thursday, I figure I’ll just let it go.  Hell, if I had more money I’d just buy him some super awesome head phones that he could mix with and he could enjoy. But since I am but a humbly broke writer, I’ll just exercise my exuberant patience and maybe turn on a horror movie. Or make another home video of lightweight marbles shaking across my table. It reminds me of living in Toronto all over again. So I suppose in that sense it could be border line comforting. The music finally drifted away and I am silently praying that there is no one or two clock encores.

During my hiatus from internet land, I worked on my second novel and read books to my heart’s content. I also learned how to knit using a loom. Which is good thing and a bad thing. The up side is I have a literal pile. The downside is that I can’t finish off the scarf ends. So I have a load of these scarves that aren’t really finished because I have no way to finish them without them looking like they fell out of  craftwrecks.com. I shut my eyes and rub them for a moment as another bar of music drifts through the floors. I giggle a little at the fact that I was grumpy about not being able to go to bed before 10 pm and on New Year’s Eve no less.

But tomorrow is another year. All and all I’m completely content with spending time alone with my books. I don’t need to get out and drink only to watch my friends or acquaintances get into some petty argument that could be easily solved over a cigarette and stuff drink. I once had a friend accuse me of martyring myself and I honestly have no defense to that one. Think of it as my own personal form of nicotine. It’s like a built in genetic defect that causes me to break up fights and calm people down. Not it is works by any means because it doesn’t. I’m just thankful that this year that I don’t have to worry about the ugly side of festivities. Which means I’m at home listening to music I don’t like that get louder and louder. Oh well, at least it isn’t barbershop quartet music. I mean that’s a good thing right?