Fly-by, hit-and-run, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am week. Snowboarding on Wednesday with Leif and the Fatbob, which is just what I need for my size-13 feet, but it didn't make much difference because the slopes were windblown and icy, prompting an early retreat to the Breckenridge Brewery for India Pale Ale, onion rings, and burgers.

Training at the new job. I can take hands-on failure, try-try-again, but sitting in a stock room for four hours?after eight hours at a desk?listening to the hype and company propaganda that overshadows the actual product training makes for a very sleepy and very irritated boy. I'm on the floor tomorrow. Bring it on.

What started out as a great idea chugging down the tracks at eighty miles an hour has lost some steam as I debate and redebate the whole moving plan. Cons: down payments, mortgages, taxes, packing, furniture (or lack thereof). Pros: tabula rasa, independence, closer to work, shirtless movers (the weather has me optimistic at any rate).

I'm living it day-by-day and not even glancing in the general direction of my calendar because it's too much to bear: party tonight, work in the morning, party tomorrow night, work in the morning. Get up. Get down. Don't stop. My life is a never-ending dance track. I love it. «

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