Roll with the punches!

Everybody around me seems to be dropping like flies, only to morph into butterflies of sorts.  Things on my end feel the same, except that I feel like I’m taking a bit more heat.

But just a bit.

Today is a day that has taught me a strong lesson in not hoping for too much — the more joyous the occasion you’re looking forward to, the more it feels that your mouth has entered a gutter once those plans have gone awry.  While some people would fight tooth and nail to see it pushed through, I’m simply quietly accepting it because I don’t have much of a choice but to quietly accept it.

Unless someone feeds some Miracle Juice to the Advertising Gods.

Lee Clow, where are you, man?  You should enter as an apparition in my life — like a Q (not the Bond techman — more of the ST:TNG demigod).

I haven’t felt this zonked since my first three months on the job.

It’s a strangely fulfilling feeling — if one particular thing would go my way, it’d be terribly fulfilling.

Where are you, you fucking hippie?


Venom vs. the Man

It’s my first day back at work after five days off, and I haven’t really made much of a buzz — I don’t think anyone in particular noticed that I was gone.

It feels odd to be up and running again.  The morning started off with a visit to one of the offices of the Ministry for Women and Social whatsnot.  It’s too long to type, and it’s near the end of the day and I’m too lazy to go into details.  It felt productive, and there’s always a good feeling to be had whenever you’ve got a lockdown on execution dates, no matter how close they may seem…if only because you have something written in stone.

I don’t know if I’m allowed to be self-indulgent after last night (especially seeing how I feel I could’ve done a tenfold better), but I really am looking forward to whoring myself around more.  I think the guitar can take the majority of the blame for that.

Though it’s kind of sad when you realize that everyone else has the good taste in getting off-blue guitars.  Bollocks.