Twenty-nine years.

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Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
Can't pay attention to the sound of anyone
A little more stupid, a little more scared
Every minute more unprepared

I made a mistake in my life today
Everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
Way out of sync from the beginning

I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you and crack you up
So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God, I'm very, very frightening, I'll overdo it

Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
And not thinking of my dick?

My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
From one side of it to the other

I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you and crack you up
So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God I'm very, very frightening, I'll overdo it

You know I dreamed about you
For twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for, for twenty-nine years

You know I dreamed about you
For twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for, for twenty-nine years

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I pretty much only get up this early for presidential elections and airplanes. Those, and new jobs which have a very early start to their workdays, which is going to take some getting used to. At least the doves are up to keep me company.

In the meantime, if anyone wants some good music, I pulled together pretty much the entire Voxtrot discography for people who want some new music, because they're a fantastic band more people should listen to. Even if they only produced about two albums' worth of material - which means it'll take no time at all to get into them. I really think some of you are going to like them.

The wreck of '86.

The first day of work started a half-hour later than what my usual time will be, and ended a half-hour early as well. It's going to be a rather nasty adjustment come Sunday nights, but I think I can handle things.

What's proving more difficult is that there's no staff kitchen area. There's a pretty nice cafeteria, but no sort of pantry-type space with a fridge for people to put their lunches until lunchtime. A lot of offices have miniature fridges, for use by the residents, but even with that in mind, I can't bring outside food into the cafeteria. I'm going to need to keep looking around to find a decent place to eat lunch that isn't my desk. And a place to keep it until lunchtime, too.

Enough of the staff is generous and fun I feel comfortable characterizing the whole of the organization as such. The walk back through the park gives me a fabulous view of the Hudson, and it's enough to wash me clean of being cooped up inside offices without decent coffee all day.

It's going to be a long three months, but I have hopes they'll be good ones.