Eggs and I don’t mix.

How quickly routines give way to new ones.

Only a little more than a year ago, I was spending virtually all my free time in either the newsroom or Donna’s place.

While the newsroom was a great place to lose my hours, I mostly miss doing absolutely nothing worthwhile with my Damo.

Let’s see… what would we do?

We usually ended up watching random movies on TV. There was a short time when we were both on CSI: Las Vegas kicks, so we’d drool over two of the stars together.

She would also keep me ridiculously well-fed, and I probably ate more Filipino food at her place than in the three years prior.

Ah, well. As I stated earlier, things change, and more often than not the change is rapid.

Now I’m sitting in front of my computer in my own apartment in Daly City. David went out for a haircut, and I’m trying to figure out how to properly soft-boil an egg for a ridiculously late lunch.

Hum.

So it goes. I’m still excited to see where I’ll be just two months from now.

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