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"Go thou forth!"

spake The Senior, "and abase thyself before the sacred and venerable instrument of creation, The Dennison Multi-press. Return not unto me before thou hast crafted nozzly widgets in numbers like unto the birds of the air and the fish of the sea!" Thus did the Dog of Storms go forth to his toil, even as The Senior had commanded.

Mightily did he toil, even as his elbows and wrists grow sore from his exertions and the green bile of the venerable press flowed forth to cover his blackened paws. In the fullness of time The Dog of Storms saw that the time for lunch had come upon him. He looked upon the boxes of nozzly widgets, with their gleaming surfaces and their small round holes, and saw that they were good. The Dog of Storms ate of the bounty that waited for him in the break room, and then did he rest. Anon did the call of the Dennison Multi-press reach to him again, and the Dog of Storms returned to his labor.

Tirelessly did he supplicate the Dennison Multi-press with offerings of threaded doodads and little brass thingys, and swiftly did the press craft them into nozzly widgets, thus honoring the glory of The Senior, who makes a lot more money from this than does The Dog of Storms. Again, in the fullness of time, did The Dog of Storms see that strewn about him was all that he had wrought; many hundreds of little nozzly widgets! And, there were, in all of the workshop, no more threaded doodads to work his craft on. Thus did The Dog of Storms come again unto The Senior and, in humbleness, spake "Oh, great Senior, I have finished that which you did command."

The Senior did look at the thousands of nozzly widgets (for indeed, their numbers were like unto the birds of the sky or the fish of the sea) and say "Well done, Dog of Storms. Now shalt thou come unto me again on the morrow, for then shall you craft for me gauge-type thingamajigs!"

Hearing these words, The Dog of Storms resigned himself to his toil, knowing that all he did was for The Raccoon Goddess whose favor he had won, and who all through the day took his thoughts far away from his soreness and his frustration. He knew also that tonight would he again see The Raccoon Goddess, and The Dog of Storms was content.

*sigh* I'm tired of my job... But I love my girl. She continues to be a wonder, as always.

I've been trying to write an entry here for several days, but I haven't quite had the time. Almost did yesterday, 'till I fell asleep in front of the computer. I've been busy cleaning up, packing things for ebay, shipping things for ebay, running out to the hardware store... (more on that later, perhaps...).

Yesterday, continuing on my trend of introspecion at work, I realized that I have been rather clingy with my dear one. More to the point, I admitted it to myself rather than not really acknowledging it and looking for other explanations. As importantly, I realized something about why I've been behaving the way I have, I think. In the end, as much as I want to be here, as happy and contented as I am here, I am in a lot of ways out in a void. All the people that I had all my social interaction with for almost all of my life (mainly my parents and brothers) are in Wisconsin. Part of me really is a scared little dog, a frightened little boy who's away from home for the first time. I suppose that's one of the few ways in which the difference in age between Andrea and myself, which most times is so insignificant that I completely forget about it, makes itself known. This is all still very much a growing process for me. In the meantime, I think we both understand why I've been as needy as I have, and that's a good thing.

So we have a con to go to tonight where my beloved is performing in the Chocolate Ritual, and I have to work tomorrow. I really don't want to work tomorrow. *sigh* But I suppose it won't be too bad. I'm only working 'till 3, I'll be home at 3:30, and Andrea and I will still have most of the afternoon. If I'm a good dog, she's promised to let me dig her massage table out of storage for her so she can give me a massage. Ooooohh. *shiverpurr*

Well, at this point I should go and get ready and stuff. 'Till later...