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Soooo. It hasn't been as long since I updated my journal.
What's going on? Well, next week I'm going to India. May be cool to some, but it's not so cool to me. Maybe if I was about 25 or so it would have been an adventure. See the Taj Mahal, smoke some weed, have some fun. Nah. Now it's going to be I'm away from my family for about seven days. And it seems like forever for me. I have never been away for more than three days or so from Donica. And I've never been away from Dmitri and Donica for more than two days.
All I could think of is what mom used to sing to me to go to sleep when I was a kid ... "all my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. Taxi's waiting, their blowing their horn. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye ... so kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go. 'cause I'm leavin', on a jet plane. I don't know when I'll be back again."
I don't know why I cried when mom sang that song when I was four, but I cry every time I see those lyrics now.
I don't even know what is going to happen over there. Am I actually going to make a difference enough to save my company? Will it even be worth it to go there? Am I going to catch some disease that will kill my kid? These are not things that I would have even thought of even five years ago. But I think them now and it scares me to death.
Let's just say that I pretty much blew my paycheck on Doxycyline and water purifiers to make sure I come back with all the normal flora I left with. But I still worry.
Eh. I'm talking out my ass. What else is going on? Dmitri is doing relatively well in daycare. He still puls the same shit he tries with us. He does bad stuff so that someone will pick him up. He's going through some attachment phase I wasn't aware of.
Other than that, Donica's job is going okay. They're realizing how good she actually is at auditing. And she tells me everyday. I think I'm going to stop telling her about my work because the people she works with are far better idiots than I could have imagined. It is quite amusing hearing her talk about them.
Okay. I'm out of stuff. You fuckers on my friends list BETTER write some kind of response. I'm getting kind of lonely here.
What's going on? Well, next week I'm going to India. May be cool to some, but it's not so cool to me. Maybe if I was about 25 or so it would have been an adventure. See the Taj Mahal, smoke some weed, have some fun. Nah. Now it's going to be I'm away from my family for about seven days. And it seems like forever for me. I have never been away for more than three days or so from Donica. And I've never been away from Dmitri and Donica for more than two days.
All I could think of is what mom used to sing to me to go to sleep when I was a kid ... "all my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. Taxi's waiting, their blowing their horn. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye ... so kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go. 'cause I'm leavin', on a jet plane. I don't know when I'll be back again."
I don't know why I cried when mom sang that song when I was four, but I cry every time I see those lyrics now.
I don't even know what is going to happen over there. Am I actually going to make a difference enough to save my company? Will it even be worth it to go there? Am I going to catch some disease that will kill my kid? These are not things that I would have even thought of even five years ago. But I think them now and it scares me to death.
Let's just say that I pretty much blew my paycheck on Doxycyline and water purifiers to make sure I come back with all the normal flora I left with. But I still worry.
Eh. I'm talking out my ass. What else is going on? Dmitri is doing relatively well in daycare. He still puls the same shit he tries with us. He does bad stuff so that someone will pick him up. He's going through some attachment phase I wasn't aware of.
Other than that, Donica's job is going okay. They're realizing how good she actually is at auditing. And she tells me everyday. I think I'm going to stop telling her about my work because the people she works with are far better idiots than I could have imagined. It is quite amusing hearing her talk about them.
Okay. I'm out of stuff. You fuckers on my friends list BETTER write some kind of response. I'm getting kind of lonely here.