It could be the wine. It could be the shrimp. I think it is the shrimp. The hours of barfing this morning. Not a fun, fun thing... It is 5:30 and I am still in bed. Spent hours online trying to deduce specifically which kind of food poisoning it could be. Who knew there were so many options. Although I manifested this vomit session because my psyche could not allow myslef to leave my responsibilities, except by force, I am starting to see the fruition of my metal vacation. Already trolling the web waves for new tools. That 's Clever had a snip of a metal artist cutting with a plasma cutter. And I miss my unused, resold right in the original box, plasma cutter that I had to sell. And I wonder why that show only has chick artists. None so fab as out friend, Miss Elizabeth Fairplay Meadows, of course. She was the best one on that show.

Vacation from work. I am getting it now. Sometimes you just have to walk away for a few minutes (days). The desire is coming back to me. Slowly building up in the back of my mind. The switch is happening where I am now waiting for the vacation days to be done to I can get back to work. As opposed to waiting for the work days to be done so I can get to the vacation. I am getting it now. The balance of work in life. Sometimes it is scary to have it so good.