:: sweettalk ::
the musings and minutes of the committee meetings in my mind| [::..about..::] |
|---|
| :: age: 41 |
| :: ancestry: english, scottish, irish, german, french |
| :: education: finance, real estate, sociology, economics |
| :: gender: male |
| :: home: dallas |
| :: orientation: gay |
| :: politics: libertarian |
| :: religion: christian |
| :: sign: pisces |
| :: species: homo sapiens |
| :: status: single |
| :: vocation: financial analyst/grad student |
| [::..recommended..::] |
| :: cybertheo |
| :: ethnic lounge |
| :: fate delivers |
| :: my quiet life |
| :: the search for love in manhattan |
| :: truck808 |
| :: usinpeace |
|
| [::..neighbors..::] |
| :: sometimeshappy |
| :: force of mouth |
| :: computer academic underground global headquarters |
| :: no smorking |
| :: serial experiments |
| :: radical wacko |
| :: archipelapogo |
| :: random thoughts from a large head |
| :: brilliant corners |
| :: communications paradigm shift |
| :: evaporated |
| :: prairie point |
| :: unadulterated text |
| :: time runs with an ax |
| :: portia of venice |
|
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| [::..reading..::] |
| ::
came to believe by alcoholics anonymous |
| ::
twelve steps and twelve traditions by alcoholics anonymous |
| ::
the alchemist by paul coelho |
| ::
dune by frank herbert |
| ::
the death and life of great american cities by jane jacobs |
| ::
wherever you go, there you are by jon kabat-zinn |
| ::
if the buddha dated by charlotte kasl, phd |
| ::
atlas shrugged by ayn rand |
| ::
we the living by ayn rand |
| [::..listening..::] |
| ::
time & tide by basia |
| ::
buena vista social club by buena vista social club |
| ::
born by bond |
| ::
michael buble'
by michael buble' |
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time out
by the dave brubeck quartet |
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dvorak: 3 great symphonies
by antonin dvorak |
| ::
a day without rain
by enya |
| ::
crazyhorse mongoose
by galactic |
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joao voz e violao
by joao gilberto |
| ::
town called earth
by greyboy allstars |
| ::
josh groban
by josh groban |
| ::
synkronized by jamiroquai |
| ::
turnstiles
by billy joel |
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come away with me by norah jones |
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les miserables
by les miserables international cast |
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solo para ti by ottmar liebert |
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the best of matt bianco by matt bianco |
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listen without prejudice
by george michael |
| ::
trickle by olive |
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piano concerto no. 1/ rhapsody on a theme of paganini by sergey rachmaninov |
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wish by joshua redman |
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what's new by linda ronstadt & the nelson riddle orchestra |
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seal by seal |
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duncan sheik by duncan sheik |
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...all this time
by sting |
| ::
mercury falling
by sting |
| ::
under the covers
by dwight yoakam |
| [::..links..::] |
| :: all consuming |
| :: biz stone, genius |
| :: blo.gs |
| :: blogdex |
| :: blog matcher |
| :: dive into mark |
| :: extreme tracking |
| :: globe of blogs |
| :: technorati link cosmos |
| :: weblogs |
| [::..archive..::] |
:: Friday, May 02, 2003 ::
God, I offer myself to Thee to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self that I may better do Thy Will. Take away my difficulties that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of Life. May I do Thy Will always.
Oh, that You would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would always be with me, and that You would keep me from evil.
Thank You for keeping me sober today. Amen.
Dreams are toys.
Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously,
I will be squared by this.
-- William Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale, act 3, sc. 3
In dreams we see ourselves naked and acting out our real characters, even more clearly than we see others awake. -- Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact. -- Djuna Barnes, Nightwood
I had a drug dream last night. Well, sort of. I remember walking down some dark brick alley in some place like New York. I went past what looked like an abandoned adult movie theater or video arcade. Lots of guys in leather were loitering against the walls waiting for some action.
As I continued walking, I pulled out what appeared to be my Kaletra bottle, opened it, and popped a pill. A guy acting as some sort of monitor immediately took me aside to write me up and give me a good talking to; however, he wrote down that I had taken Saquinovir.
First of all, I don't know of any high I've ever experienced from either Kaletra or Saquinovir. Secondly, I can't believe that I even remember the name Saquinovir as I haven't taken it since a drug trial for it six or seven years ago. Thirdly, I remember feeling very angry at the monitor -- that justifiable anger mentioned in the Big Book. I started arguing back with him, and I remember evaluating where would be the best place to punch him -- in the jaw or in his gut?
Now what is this all about? I don't remember ever fist fighting with anyone besides my brother Bart when we were kids. Anyway, that's when I woke up and not in a very good mood, mind you.
All I know is that I need to get to an AA meeting today. I've attended very few in the past couple of weeks and I believe it's beginning to take its toll.
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