What gives

Today was the first day of classes for all the little music school ducklings. Non-fucking-stop from dawn till dusk. Two students infiltrated my lunch to accost me with questions, and two more were lying in wait outside of Slice to ambush me and hijack my attention when I left.

Inside the restaurant one of the students, the one perched over my pasta, suggested that since he'd been to see me so many times over the years, he'd probably learned so much osmosis-wise, that he could do my job for me. Umm, yeah... So I reminded him that "nobody could do my job but me," a statement not shy on truth.

Anyway, whatever, because I was solving problems, trivial and complex, from the moment I entered my office until 15 minutes before I left. Fifteen minutes which allowed me to begin to address email.

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Last night:
Couldn't sleep until 02:00, not at all unusual these days;
I woke at 03:00 with acute intestinal pain, so intense I almost vomited from the sheer physical overwhelmingness of it. This peaked for 45 minutes. I'm guessing food-poisoning;
Watched the first half of 25th Hour while waiting for the pain and adrenaline to fade over the horizon;
Sleep at 05:00;
Woke at 07:00, 20 minutes later than I'd planned, but still early enough to sit before leaving for work.

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Dinner tonight at 18:00 with my boyz, aka: The La Fonda Business Consortium. Tons of good times, good conversation. And J and R both had significant dreams about marriage.

Listening now to Patsy Cline, I Fall to Pieces.