Whew!

Well I got "the talk" out of the way, and boy do I fell better.

What did you say? Did he just mention "the talk"? Yes, I did.

Don't worry ladies, I'm not seeing anybody now, so you can all breathe a sigh of relief now.......................................................O.K., now that all of you ladies out there got over the thought that this tall drink of water was taken, allow me to elaborate.

I informed my boss today that I am heading to greener pastures. That's right kids, I'm moving out of this cluster of a city called Houston. I'm gonna head back home. To good old Ft. Worth, where the chicks are pretty and the beer is always cold. Where the football team actually wins, and the baseball team goes to the World Series. Oh wait, scratch that last one. But hey, 3 out of 4 ain't bad.

I also informed the rest of the staff (which includes my roommate) and all went well. I think.

Now reality is really starting to kick in. That means I have about 1 month to get all my stuff sorted and packed to move it all into a storage shed, only to be moved out of there to my eventual bachelor pad with Cameltoes. Damn, I'm gonna be sick of moving by then, although I can't really imagine why I'm not sick of it by now. Those of you that know me will realize that I have moved more times than I'd care to count (17 times in my life, to be exact). I guess I'm a just a nomad.

Well, I guess I'd better try to get some sleep, as it's Saturday tomorrow, and you know what that means. Good times for everyone.

Keep on keepin' on.