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  • Mood: Shame
  • Listening to: Newly loaded songs on my iPod
  • Reading: Generation Kill
  • Watching: Weeds Season 3
  • Eating: Taco Bell eats
  • Drinking: Mountain Dew
Only days away from my trip to the Philippines. I leave on Friday. Thankfully I have the entire Labor Day weekend to make my final arrangements. I feel shameful since I had to move back into a house that I own w/ my ex-wife[yes, finally she delivered the coup de grace]. I was only able to secure a month pass w/ a friend of mine. I truly hope that the 2.5 months of non-daily interaction w/ her will have prepared me for the 1.5 months before we sell the house. I just wish I didn't have to be here. I'll do my utmost to be out and about until bedtime each day. I'm sure that'll prove to be difficult. But I have several ideas on how to handle that.

RE: My promotion. I applied for a promotion at work, and received it! HOT damn, huh? I thought so. Many people in the company approve of the decision by management too. Odd. I still get a pat on the back or a congratulations + a "you'll do good" / "you'll be great". I sure hope so. It's been the one positive event in my life in the past 5 months.

RE: Eastside Camera Club. Awhile ago, I applied for the position of VP for the camera club I signed up for. I'm hoping that'll elevate my photographic skill set to another level ;) Eh - one can only hope, right?

Until next time, keep digging.
'los

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