Happy Birthday!

...to Kelli, aka Mail Order Bionic Bride.

(The name has been updated due to the pins in her wrist).

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Something really strange and unforeseeable and unforgettable happened at [newjob] this week.

It gave me a sense of hope.

Yes.

Hope.

I found myself thinking, I am HOME. This is where I belong. I will never, ever work in some meaningless job again.

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Tomorrow I will take M.O.B.B. out for her birthday. We've got our eye on a meal at Sweet Basil Thai Cuisine right here in Hurst.

They're the makers of my "death row" meal. Know what I mean? Were I on death row, their pork green curry would be the last meal I'd choose to consume before leaving for my execution.

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The back is... sore, stiff. I'm okay though. I gutted out a Krav Maga class last night. Good stuff, with a cool technique for dealing with a threat from the rear.

I worked out with a big sonofagun, a nice guy. Strong guy, clearly, but muscling through everything. I held the tombstone pad as he worked on a kick, and I reminded him to get his hips into it. Every kick after that flung the bag out of my hands. I couldn't begin to keep both hands on it. Sore as my thumb was, I was glad to make a difference.

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Got a stripe too.

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Headed out in a bit to have some coffee and do some catching up with Hood.

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Good night.