Greetings from Office Town

It has come to my attention that my online stash of endearing words and gossip/tabloid banter bullshit hasn't gotten the treatment it deserves--or was promised. My life in Maryland is neither extreme; it has been neither horrible nor splendid. Unlike last year, I have found a new comfort in small town life, with my retreat a small paperback embellished refuge. I've moved into the "other" room, away from the other side of my dad's bedroom. The man snores like he's possessed and 6 am wake up calls weren't making the cut.

Since the last time I updated not much has happened, although, I did spend a hazy Sunday afternoon with my old dear friend Mindy in the street traps of downtown D.C. The glam of the Ritz Carlton and the knee-buckling height of the Washington monument were pleasing--plus the expenses paid brunch at some politick-stricken fancedance restaurant/pub located across from Uncle Sam's capitol was very appetizing. I still wish I didn't forget my camera; it was specifically charged full the night before for such memory capturing purposes. After glancing through a comfy old bookstore we parted ways and agreed to meet in the next couple of days back at her mother's business suite, with my roommate Ricardo in D.C. for business also scheduled to meet us after his company's affairs were done. Unfortunately, both options of my D.C. acquaintances fell through at the very last moment and back I went to work my 2 hour overtime shift.

Oh, and work.

I don't do that much. To be honest it feels as if I do less now than I did last year. However, I keep my ground and bite my lip, asking to do petty things that any analyst 2 or 3 asks me to do. All of my colleagues are rather nice, a majority of them women with a couple of dudes here and there. Frederick, Maryland is office town, sadly. It's filled with over-priced townhouses and overweight restaurants. Golden Corral and Applebee's squeeze this towns love-handles, tickling them to their table-tipping brink. Oh, and I've found the beautiful people: they seem to congregate at the newly opened IHOP.

I've been on a fantastic reading binge; while idle in my apartment for the first two weeks I made a daily trek to the Man's typical neo-bookstore, sat my ass down on those fake suede seats and dug straight into the likes of Thompson, Kerouac, Chbosky, and umm...Rowling. Onto Catch-22, in case any bookworms out there are wondering. Other than that the World Cup, bootleg movies, bootleg concerts, and father/son tennis have been made into outlets towards normal life and away from seething tremendous boredom. I apologize for my lack of communication from, well, anyone really. I've come to find myself playing dominoes online until my eyes sag shut and my mind falls into a technological slumber.

So there it goes, something up and done; painted and pretty, technology's children at its most dense and hissing best. Maybe this will continue, probably so but no promises. I have decided to change bits of my life for the better, forming a comfortable mix of pieces of my former personal pros into somewhat of a quilt for the instant future.

Ingredients:
1) Keeping healthy
2)Scheduling rather mad incentives to equal appropriately mad consequences
3)reading like a frenetic
4)preparing for the upcoming Austin journey (meaning school and such)
5)being a good (currently) Texas removed friend

And thanks for the birthday wishes. Really, I haven't been that happy for a very long time.
With much miss; read to you soon.

Henry