Summa Cum Carey

It's official and it's a done deal. Carey's completed her first Interior Design course (Drafting) and she managed an A+. She has, thusfar, a 4.0 average. Way to go, wife. It's a heckuva lot better than I was able to manage when I took Drafting. Now get some sleep.
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So, let's see... I'm very very behind in my blogging, so I won't bother getting into the debacle with our kitchen plumbing. Under any other circumstances, I'd consider a parade of plumbers, a rusted-out pipe, an obnoxious leak and the destruction of our brand new laminate floors big news. But, again, I'm behind. So, there.
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Received many out-of-the blue emails from long-losts in the past few weeks (most of which I've totally neglected... gnngh). Strange, these things always seem to happen in waves. And not just emails, but suggest-a-script title suggestions. It's been so long since I've been regularly on that bandwagon, it almost feels like another life. But, I should get back on. Many of the suggestions, I already have ideas worked out for them. It's just, you know. Time. As in I have none.
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Opened the mail a couple of weeks ago to discover an invitation to the 10-year high school reunion this October. Cripes, 10 years.

"Jer it's great to see you! It's been, what, ten years? Look at you: pale, drably dressed, quirky and distracted! I guess some things never change, huh?"

"No, see, I'm fat now!"

Well, it may be the perfect excuse to go home and reconnect with some loved ones, though. Specifically, some very dear, old friends of mine are now parents and I really need an excuse to meet their wee one. And, of course, there's my family too. And our old church. And...

And, sod it, maybe I should just buy the plane ticket.
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Yeah, I'm still sugar-free. Honestly, I'm amazed I've hung on like this. I thought the difficulty of a no-sugar diet would be over and done with and I could just coast at this point, but, man, it's still tough. I find myself buying sugar-free gum by the truckloads any more.

At least I'm not quite as jittery these days. And my breath is minty-fresh! Huzzah!
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Pat is recovering nicely, by the way. Last I talked with her, she was still feeling fairly lousy, but her spirits were high (not that I've ever known her spirits to be otherwise). And, best of all, neither she nor my father was angry at me for my little fake-eBay page stunt from the previous post.

Good thing, too. If we can't laugh at the pain of others, what else is there?
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Uh. So. Friends is officially over. (Ross and Rachel are finally together! Phew!)
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Got a chance to see Future Tactics: The Uprising and Trigger Man (the Playstation covers I did) in gigantoid-poster form the other day, which was cool/horrifying. I don't think I've ever seen a piece of my artwork blown up to such epic proportions before. Interesting, I suppose, but ye gods! if every single awkward line and misstep in those things weren't huge and on display for the world to see.

"Huh. You know, I don't think I've noticed that before, Jer. What's that weird blotch below that guy's elbow? The big, hairy thing that looks like you made a mistake?"

"Oh, that. It's a mistake."

And it was on the gigantoid poster that my boss finally noticed that I'd hidden my name in the artwork. He put on a smile, but I could tell he was wincing a bit.

Oop.