I love My Mustache!

Any day now. The leaves will be back. Its the one moment of the Spring I most look forward to, when everything is green again, and alive.

Unfortunately the very trees these leaves will live upon, are causing me utter hell. Most specifically the flowering of the trees, and the tree sperm it releases, the million particles of tree sperm that are assaulting my eyeballs, my throat, my running nose. Allergies are vicious this year.

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I'm utterly exhausted. Work as been insanely busy. The work load is fierce; tensions are running high, there's so much work to be done. I've come home and literally fallen into bed, and had delirious naps that don't really do anything for you, the groggy kind of nap. And then I've consumed generous amounts of alcohol on top of this.

I've been feeling very comfortable with hanging out in bars again. Like, too comfortable. Like I don't feel right staying at home...

Work will also be featured on a certain someone's television talk show, and it could be a really huge thing.

Sigh. Not tonight. No bar for me tonight. Instead I opted to take care of sick roommate, and watch some shows, under the influence of other sorts of greens.

Giggle.

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The summer drama may be beginning quite early this season. In fact, dare I say its well under way.

That's all I got about that right now.

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As I walked over to band practice the other night, I walked the same route I used to walk home everyday, when I lived in that house. About a block away from the house, I saw an old television set sitting on the side of the road. I did a double take and realized it was my old TV set, one I had for years and years, a very old, but durable set, the kind where you had to program the channels manually. Yeah, old.

I went up and clicked the on button for old times sake, cause I liked the noise it made. I half-thought that I might take it, plug it in, see if it still works. See if the new owners of it broke it or something. I'd be mad if they had, even though I relinquished ownership of it during the last great move out. But then I wondered what I'd do with it. I haven't turned on my tv in months. My lap tap pretty much owns me now.

It would be just another thing in my life, a memory collector, junk I don't need.

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My mustache is coming in thick, and huge.

There are two camps of opinion out there. The first camp believes the stache to be very, very creepy. I feel creeped out just sporting it. Mother's literally hug their children a little tighter when I walk by. Its the look I'm going for. Also very early Seventies, gay, porn sort of stache.

The other camp believes that it suits me surprisingly well, they 'almost' like it. I'm not sure which camp is better. Every time I look in the mirror I see my dad for a split second.

We have yet to see if the ladies go for it. I'm betting they won't. I'm really hoping they won't.