Yeah, I got a fistful of your hair
But you don’t look like you’re scared
You just smile and tell me, “Daddy, it’s yours.”
‘Cause you know how I like it,
You’s a dirty little lover
Slept less than 3.5 hours total. I’m slowly killing myself.
Maybe sooner is better than later
Time for a catnap - good night
Or depending on how you look at it - good morning
The Delta and Hilton Honors pages have expired. The confirmation emails means most of the travel plans have been made for the 2-day training class next week.
Now, the tough decision is whether to take my new laptop or not. See, the last time I went to this facility for a training class, in a chain of events I’ve struggled to put together from the night it occurred, my laptop bag was stolen from the rental car. It had my laptop, a company laptop (before the use of virtual machines caught fire) and pending bills I had planned on scheduling for payment, all my keys and quite a bit of other stuff along with my sanity.
That event left me feeling like I had been gutted and denutted.
As sure as I don’t take it, a situation will arise with a client that I’ll have needed it to support them. My old laptop was 4 years old and I was already considering replacing it. But the new laptop is a day shy of being a month old and I still haven’t gotten it fully setup yet.
Are We Really Through by Ray LaMontagne And The Pariah Dogs live on David Letterman
What a haunting question