Title: Start.

It's been raining for too long. Not that I don't love the rain, I do. The rain may in fact be one of my favorite pieces of "the Lord's Work." Some people see it no differently than personal pain and suffering, or, if a drought lasts long enough you can go watch farmers dance in the rain, caking the fresh dusty mud on top of their boots. The mud you can peel off and flop on the office floor. I fit somewhere in the middle.

Big day. One of those days that may or may not change too much in your life. A day that will, undoubtably, lead to a good night.
Contact is a strangeness. People often say that networking is the only way of the world. They say, "get by with a little help from my friends," or "it's not what you take, it's whose hand you shake." Same thing. All true.

Wonder, taste, lust.

Water is all I need. The angle of approach is water. It will not make the head stop throbbing, but it is a little more sound than coffee. I know this. I stayed up too late last night, out too late. Drank too much bad sugary beer.
I have thought much about making a change, something big. I don't know what but I feel weak, incomplete, failed, changed (badly), hurt, itchy. The move is coming. Entrepreneurship is in sight and a goal has been set with an appropriately issued challenge. Money is no object. It is, in a physical way, but for this I can see not giving a shit. You have to try. When you do, really try. I have struggled with this concept and no doubt will continue to do so throughout my fleeting time on the space rock.
I want my life back. I want it the same and differently. I would do it different. More attention, more games, more travel, more freedom, more attention, less selfishness, less jealousy, less worry, more time spent enjoying the warm body I can't let go of.
I have broken hands and a faulty (some would say bum) ideology. I can make it work. I know I can. I just don't think so right now, not today.