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Whew. Back at work, and I wasn't greeted by an angry mob, so it seems that no one noticed I was gone--either that, or I left things in pretty good shape for people to babysit my stuff while I was away. Thank Jebus.

Trip was very nice. I needed it badly. Not much to report on that--just did my usual: sleeping in, knocking around Starkville, and eating all sorts of lethal foods. God bless Waffle House and Dreamland.

Grandmother seems to be kicking along just fine. I always worry about her, but she amazes me by contiuing to do her thing just as she always has. Most active 86-year-old in a wheelchair you'll ever see. She finally released the quilt she's been working on for me for a couple of years. It's so awesome. I'll post a picture when I can.

Dad's still Dad. I do wonder what I'm ever going to do about his living situation; his house is still unlivable, though he continues to live in it. I guess one day there will be some sort of crisis there, but until then I don't really know what to do about it. In the meantime, he seems to be fairly happy somehow.

Was great to see Mom too, of course. Seems weird that I hadn't seen her since Christmas. We were spending a good bit of time together there for a while, and I miss that. We have a good time just bumming around. I did kick her ass two nights straight at Boggle. I was too wise to let her pull out the Scrabble board, though.

I was just telling Mary and Heidi that I had just about every kind of food I was jonesing for on my vacation. Mary asked what what miissing. I said, "Well, I didn't have a chance to get any crawfish, and I really would have liked to." They looked at me like, "Oh my god, it's true--there are people who eat those crawfish things, and one of them is standing right here next to us." Silly yankees. They don't know what they're missin'.

I like Southern girls. I like that they wear T-shirts and shorts to Wal-Mart but still put on makeup and fix their hair. I don't know what else to say about that, but there it is.

I want to go home and sleep. I showed up for work the day following vacation--isn't that enough, for crying out loud? I should be dismissed early. I do have a day to take off for my birthday coming up, so that's nice. You can take it anytime during the month of your birthday. Might take it Friday--dunno yet.

Strike's over!!! I should finally be getting a RAISE on my next paycheck. About freaking time. I've been working here for--wow, I've been working here for two years as of last Wednesday.

So what's going on with you folks?

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Did I ever post these pictures? I don't think so. They're from my last trip to the Delta in December of last year. I took a bad angle on the first one, so you can barely read the sign, which reads "Christ Temple" on the left and "Bait Shop" on the right.

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Lord have mercy, it has just come up a frogstrangler over here.

Damn, it's going to take me forever to get back out of my Southernisms. It's crazy--I had been in Mississippi no longer than a couple of days before I noticed myself saying things like "don't know nothin'."

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Oh yeah, my dad went insane while I was home and bought me a freaking laptop to replace my dead one. He sure has gotten awfully generous in his old age, not that I'm complaining.

My mom washed some of my shirts while I was at her place, and I guess some of Bork's shirts were in with them, 'cuz they came out smelling like his cologne. I can't stand cologne! I don't think he even wears a lot, but I'm just overly sensitive to it, I guess. I always think about George Carlin ragging on guys who wear cologne: "C'mon, guy, ya smell like an anchovy's cunt!"

So, um, yeah--I haven't done much work today. You may have noticed.