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I had an unusual and unexplained attack of the bowels last night. Let me start a little further back. Last weekend I spent a material amount of money on bedroom furniture for my new house. It was fun, but the excitement wained as I was informed I will not see said bought furniture until mid-November. Bleh. I am currently engrossed in the final installment of Harry Potter. As of lights-out last night, I had read through chapter 10. 2am comes. Attack proceeds. The only part I can explain (as I outlined above) is that the attack manifested itself in a dream wherein the Dark Lord was uploading furniture through my colon. (because he really is that evil). I regret this comes in the form of TMI. However, obviously I don't care since I'm sharing it on my blog. Punch line: funny how, even through the searing pain that woke me from my gentle slumber, my initial reaction was, "at least my furniture came earlier than scheduled..."

So people keep asking me... Where's the new house? When do you move in? Are you already there? Are you excited? And it's difficult because here's the deal: I just don't want to talk about it right now. I'm still a little freaked about the M word. My loan is technically not approved through THDA yet. I don't close for another 2 weeks. I have 2 months to move in. I want to get excited, but I'm really just not letting myself right now. Basically because I can't do anything about it for another 2 weeks. I won't let myself buy any new furniture yet, because I can't put in in the house yet. I havn't gone paint shopping yet because I can't start painting until Labor Day weekend. I'm this close to getting a dog, but I won't until I'm settled in the new place. I'm just kind of in limbo right now, and so I don't want to talk about it. Fair enough? But in 15 days...watch out. There will be pictures. And posts. And shopping spr

* Revised - I realized my error when I was reading over my notes this evening. The correction certainly adds weight to an already extensive circumstance. The flight from Atlanta to Panama City was 3 hours long. We had previously just flown from Nashville to Atlanta - a 30 minute flight that was shorter than the time we sat on the departing runway. We were laid over in Atlanta for hours longer than planned. Finally, seated in the next to last row, a 3-day migraine in-tow, we headed to a place none of us had ever been before. I sat between two women. To my left, a Swedish girl - about my age - declined to watch the in-flight movie because she had watched it on her previous flight that day. She had been awake and traveling for 24 hours. To my left, a Panamanian woman sat quietly. Peering out the window with anticipation most of the trip. I made little small-talk with these women - only enough to find out what I relay to you now. I spent most of the flight desparatley and unsuccessfully c

Anyone see a problem here? Aside from the obvious triple-digits, I think the description of "fair" is....deceptive.

So I went on a quest today to find The Bourne Identity in paperback. I, of course, started with the library, since I have about $50 in the bank until next Wednesday. But with the movie release of The Bourne Ultimatum this weekend, the library, of course, was out of copies. No worries, I thought. I will just have to buy one at the supermarket. I need bread anyways. I exist too easily in this world of instant gratification. Luckily, I'm only down $5.99.

I'm still reeling from last night's perfectly cinematic, ultimately satisfying, three-part conclusion of the Jason Bourne series. Definitely the best of the three. I really wish I had had time to re-watch the previous two before taking in the finale, but I knew it would all come back to me once it began - kind of like a new Harry Potter book after 2 years of waiting for the next installment. As the credit rolled, several pieces of the story began to connect in my mind, and I found myself dually impressed by the surprisingly intelligent and meaningful moral of the story. For those of you who have followed the Bourne series, and have already read the books - you should have more detailed commentary on my amateur observations. So please feel free to add in the comments section. As you are about to find, I am strangely affected obsessed with this story. In the ten minutes of the first movie, Jason Bourne emerges from mysterious waters and finds that he has no idea who he is. He al

I just now finally finished catching up on almost 2 weeks of missed blog-reading. Sheesh - you guys write, like, ALL THE TIME! I'll admit, I didn't read every word of every post piling up in my feed-reader. With the small exception of a few favs. Being away for a week has really been harder to recover from this time than ever before. I guess maybe it has something to do with the other major thing going on in my life right now. (that would be "buying a house" for those not paying attention recently). Anyone who ever tells you that buying a house is fun and not stressful and a very enjoyable venture, lies. I look forward to tomorrow for the following reasons: I will feel refreshed and ready to kick all tail at work and life in general tomorrow because I am going to bed in T minus 21 minutes. (9pm) I am getting back to the gym for the first time in about 2 weeks. What's on the sweat-menu? Kickboxing, of course. Pray for me. My first week back at work will officially