Oh dreaded Monday Why do you vex me so?
Saturday night was ugly just plain ol ugly Inebrius-Maximus would have been my gladiator name. The party was OK, but the cross-section wasnt as fun as it could have been. Thus me and the roomy found our own quiet corner and plied ourselves with copious amounts of liquor. No sense in staying coherent if theres no one you particularly want to talk to.
But come Sunday morn Again, I must voice my displeasure over our trees having been stripped of there plumage Wait Not plumage. Thats feathers Bloomage? Anyway, without leaves on the tree outside my window, the morning sun shoots straight in my window now. Very annoying Especially when that means you only get three hours of sleep after a night of excessive alcohol consumption.
Very annoying
After seeing National Treasure on Saturday, I really want to go back to Philadelphia. I havent been there since I was a kid, but I remember having a great time. Being the strange little guy that I was, I was fascinated by all of the history in that city. I think I made my parents take me to every sight there was to see.
So anyway, I got to spend Sunday in hung-over dwell session Thinking about all the maybes of life; the far flung hopes and whatnot. I go through this anytime I send a new project out; think about how, theoretically, if fate smiled upon me, my life might take a dramatic upturn As always, the chances are slim, but hope is hope. And its not just dreaming about monetary rewards, but just the idea of new paths opening up and where they might lead Naturally, thoughts drifted back to the Woman. Id said when we broke up, that if there were more stability in the career, maybe things would have turned out differently
Would they really?
OK, back to work.
Saturday night was ugly just plain ol ugly Inebrius-Maximus would have been my gladiator name. The party was OK, but the cross-section wasnt as fun as it could have been. Thus me and the roomy found our own quiet corner and plied ourselves with copious amounts of liquor. No sense in staying coherent if theres no one you particularly want to talk to.
But come Sunday morn Again, I must voice my displeasure over our trees having been stripped of there plumage Wait Not plumage. Thats feathers Bloomage? Anyway, without leaves on the tree outside my window, the morning sun shoots straight in my window now. Very annoying Especially when that means you only get three hours of sleep after a night of excessive alcohol consumption.
Very annoying
After seeing National Treasure on Saturday, I really want to go back to Philadelphia. I havent been there since I was a kid, but I remember having a great time. Being the strange little guy that I was, I was fascinated by all of the history in that city. I think I made my parents take me to every sight there was to see.
So anyway, I got to spend Sunday in hung-over dwell session Thinking about all the maybes of life; the far flung hopes and whatnot. I go through this anytime I send a new project out; think about how, theoretically, if fate smiled upon me, my life might take a dramatic upturn As always, the chances are slim, but hope is hope. And its not just dreaming about monetary rewards, but just the idea of new paths opening up and where they might lead Naturally, thoughts drifted back to the Woman. Id said when we broke up, that if there were more stability in the career, maybe things would have turned out differently
Would they really?
OK, back to work.
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stuzzy:
leave the past behind. forge ahead into the future.
walkswithbears:
meh, the grass is always greener...take care dude!