Pening
The time tells me it's 3:17 in the PM and that evil pounding on the lining of my cerebral cortex is still there. When I looked in the mirror this morning, I saw a vein pulsing in my forehead.
A good buddy from up north was in town last night and he professes to be a fine purveyor of single malt. And so, over dinner of three kinds of different exotic fish whose names I fail to register we had a bottle of Brooch-lagh-dickeh. Or something like that. And a few big cats on the side.
I'm much better from just now but not out of it yet. I really must remind myself not to mix good malt with equally good hop.
I've been sitting here, behind my desk since this am and its quiet in the office. And just for the record, I have not done anything worth calling work since I walked in. The pounding in my head...its critical. And I've been thinking.
Remember when you were in uni and you just knew where you'd be by the time you hit 30? I knew I would have slept with at least 20 women. Virgins and the rest of them. I knew I'd be working in some big ass corporation or something. Donning a suit and all that shit. I also knew I'd be making loads of money and driving a sports car. I knew I'd be traveling the world. I knew I'd have accomplished enough to be interesting.
But here I am and thinking, what the flying fuck happened? I mean, like what da farrrrkkkkk!!!
Here I am, finding myself closer to 40 than 30, and I'm feeling just a teeny weeny bit disconcerted. I'm not some big time corporate figure or some shit like that, don't earn millions, don't think I slept with that many women and the rides I've purchased over the years are all pre loved stuff.
What do people do when they need to shake things up a bit?
A good buddy from up north was in town last night and he professes to be a fine purveyor of single malt. And so, over dinner of three kinds of different exotic fish whose names I fail to register we had a bottle of Brooch-lagh-dickeh. Or something like that. And a few big cats on the side.
I'm much better from just now but not out of it yet. I really must remind myself not to mix good malt with equally good hop.
I've been sitting here, behind my desk since this am and its quiet in the office. And just for the record, I have not done anything worth calling work since I walked in. The pounding in my head...its critical. And I've been thinking.
Remember when you were in uni and you just knew where you'd be by the time you hit 30? I knew I would have slept with at least 20 women. Virgins and the rest of them. I knew I'd be working in some big ass corporation or something. Donning a suit and all that shit. I also knew I'd be making loads of money and driving a sports car. I knew I'd be traveling the world. I knew I'd have accomplished enough to be interesting.
But here I am and thinking, what the flying fuck happened? I mean, like what da farrrrkkkkk!!!
Here I am, finding myself closer to 40 than 30, and I'm feeling just a teeny weeny bit disconcerted. I'm not some big time corporate figure or some shit like that, don't earn millions, don't think I slept with that many women and the rides I've purchased over the years are all pre loved stuff.
What do people do when they need to shake things up a bit?
posted by Demented | Wednesday, April 15, 2009
3 Comments:
hey, u made my day at least.
u should write a book. haha
-anon
They drink, kanid. They drink.
anon : u should read books
langkau : yes, kanid. i know that now.
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