break down
I just spent the last few hours cleaning up one of our "junk" cubes at work. This is where we toss all the extra computer parts, monitors, keyboards, etc that are extra. Mostly nobody ever removes anything from this pile of garbage so as you can imagine it eventually gets to be a hazard to anyone walking by. That time hadn't quite arrived, but I figured it was time to clean it out when I could barely get in there to hook up a test machine to one of the monitors. One nice thing about cleaning up is that it gets me off my butt, and makes me look busy (which is a good thing these days. I can also pretend like I accomplished something at our next staff meeting.

Going out to dinner at Outback Steakhouse for T's birthday tonight with (some of) her siblings and mom.

Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stare too long
I'd prob'ly break down and cry..