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It was bright and sunny when I got up this morning. But a wee bit chilly.

Somehow I overslept, so I scampered around the house in a mad fury. However, I was out the door by 7:45.

As always, I pointed my car in the direction of the fast food place and off I went.

When I pulled in I saw the man I would not mind being abducted with. (I want aliens that are into anal probes.) The pale man with the salt and pepper hair I noticed in December. (More) He left almost immediately as I entered.

So I missed my opportunity to make contact. "Hi! What are you drinking? That's looks good, I think I'll have the same. Do you work around here? Ever had sex with another guy?" For a couple of minutes I was temped to follow him to see where he works.

Once at work, I grabbed my book bag, coke and biscuits and headed for the door. I fumbled with my security badge to unlock the door. Inside, the lights in the hallway were off. But there was a pale rectangle of sunlight on the wall by the elevator. Very much of a surprise, since I did not think sunlight could reach the hall. I glanced through the door and noted that the sun was in the extreme southeast part of the sky.

It struck me that maybe I should mark the place on the wall like some ancient tribal astronomer. I'm sure that in a day or so, the wall will be inaccessible again.

The elevator was filled with the perfumed scent of a previous passenger. It actually had the odor of incense and roses. An odd combination.

On my floor, I slipped down the hall and by the various remaining seasonal decorations. Garlands of silk holly; large red velvet bows; curious ornaments that looked like silver cricket cages hanging on red satin ribbons; mirrored spheres like minature disco globes also suspended by ribbons. By each door was a hugh flat ribbed wine-red stocking trimmed at the top with imitation white fur. The kind of thing a Santa with no fashion sense might wear. Or what a very greedy child would hang on the mantle.

In one corner was a one-foot high mechanical Santa that belts out "Jingle Bell Rock." Next to it was a white plastic spiral with tiny embedded clear lights. By the way, both items can be found on the 50% table at K-Mart and Big Lots.

I managed to unlock my door without spilling or dropping anything. Several months ago, the coke slid out of my hand and the ice bounced in every direction and the liquid splashed on my jeans, the door and about ten square yards of carpet. I was sure they would have to bring in a cleanup ship from off the Spanish coast to help.

My first task on sitting down, after unwraping my biscuit, was to logon and check the email. Jesus! What a damn mess. Messages of every type.

How to have a bigger penis.
Special sale on custom-made letterhead.
Insurance.
Do you want to see the farm girl and her animals?
About 30 messages from a group at Yahoo. Something to do with Islam. Most of the messages were in Arabic script.
You've signed up for: stock quotes; investment advice; special sales; over the counter drugs; etc.

I was going to try and jot down things that happened as the day went by. That idea lasted about fifteen minutes.

One had short dyed blond hair long on the top and short on the sides. A definite contrast with his black eyebrows and scruffy beard. The kind of guy that might let you suck his dick, but would never let you kiss him. That may be unfair, but the thought crossed my mind.

As I sat scanning the crowd, two similiar guys showed up. The clothing was similiar, save they were wearing only dirty tees. Which must have been chilly.

By five, I actually felt that I'd accomplished a lot. When I went out the door, I discovered it was: almost dark; cold; a snappy wind was blowing; and it was just beginning to rain.

So, wishing for you in the new year:

That the sinus infections will go away permanently.
That you find that boyfriend in the laundromat or restaurant.
And that the cats let you sleep in every once in a while.

PAX!