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David A. Paterson is being sworn in right now. The inauguration and his speech are being broadcast live. Don't know if NPR around the country is broadcasting it, but they are here in New York and it's pretty damned good.

Text of the speech here. It would be better to listen to a recording with the laughter, rowdy applause and ovations.

Have lots of catch-up work to do today. Will be going to Utah soon and I have a client sticking it to me- hasn't paid his bill for 10 weeks and is wondering why I'm demanding upfront payment for any new services. Sometimes I really hate this job.

On top of that, I've identified that I have some anger/emotional outburst management issues.

Today, I moved boxes into out of a cab which was tricky because the street is narrow with construction work, cars parked on both sides and traffic maneuvering along the middle. The cabbie and I debated whether to block the parking lot entrance, block traffic, squeeze into a parking space further down, or if the traffic could in fact get by. The stoplight turned green and I spent two seconds getting out of the cab. The car behind us laid on his horn and the driver rolled down his window to start something with me. Instead he got a full frontal verbal assault from me telling him to "go the fuck around" because we had left space. I swear, though, I was so pumped full of adrenaline that I would have fought him if he had gotten out of his car.

Last Friday night, my colleague Tom nearly got into a fight with two women when we were out because they had moved our coats without telling us. In Tom's coat was a Form Z (software) key worth $2000 + iphone + cash, credit cards, keys. In my coat was a substantial check from a client + $200 cash + cellphone etc. (and this would have made the third time this year I had lost things). We ran out the door to see if we could find the people who were standing by our coats. When we came back in, I asked the women whether or not they had seen the people who had been standing there. They acted as if we were accusing them of stealing our coats and suddenly morphed into violent, not-going-to-take-any-shit-from-a-man -attitude-armored lesbians. That about landed us in fisticuffs.

Additionally, there was another instance of my pet peeve: a woman was repeatedly bashing into me with her purse at a party, even after I gently put my hand on her shoulder to gently indicate that I was in her immediate proximity. Sometimes women hit things with their purses without realizing it. Apparently, though, she realized she was hitting me and just expected me to move. Did I have the self-control to just move, because it's just a party and we're all friendly here? Uh, no.

I gotta get some deep breathing yoga exercises going on...
... it will be better for my heart and overall health in the long run.

Happy St. Patty's Day. Maybe I'll go try to find some live-action bar fights.