I'll Stop The World...
... and melt with you. I've seen some changes, and it's getting better all the time.
I spent almost six hours with Father Time today. We talked about a lot of things, not all of them related to what's going on in my life. He brought a pint+ bottle of Guinness, and we shared it, and both of us agreed that it was good. He gave me advice, we talked about philosophy, faith, blogging, and life in general.
I'm not out of the woods yet, I don't think. But I have to say, this is the best I've felt while I've been at home in a good week and a half. This is in spite of being screwed yet again by the one thing that should have been a victory for the week: payday. That's right, folks, even payday was a case of defeat snatched away from the jaws of victory. And here's the irony for you: I'm angry and defeated because my paycheck was more than I was expecting. Try listening to that one at 66 RPMs and trying to make some sense of it.
I'm taking one day at a time, and tomorrow will be a new day. I'll try to have a fresh Fly Report up in the morning. I'll try to make out a list of things to do tomorrow, and get some of them done. I'll try to have a short lunch with Rampage, if I can get a hold of him. I might even try to get over to an abbey that April and I went to once, and sit there, and let God speak to me if He so desires... Or maybe I'll blow the temporary surplus from my paycheck on a funny hat. Okay, so that last part's pretty doubtful.
Stick with me, folks. Watch as Fly claws his way back above the surface. Be here to witness the miracle that's coming, even if we don't yet know what it will be.
I spent almost six hours with Father Time today. We talked about a lot of things, not all of them related to what's going on in my life. He brought a pint+ bottle of Guinness, and we shared it, and both of us agreed that it was good. He gave me advice, we talked about philosophy, faith, blogging, and life in general.
I'm not out of the woods yet, I don't think. But I have to say, this is the best I've felt while I've been at home in a good week and a half. This is in spite of being screwed yet again by the one thing that should have been a victory for the week: payday. That's right, folks, even payday was a case of defeat snatched away from the jaws of victory. And here's the irony for you: I'm angry and defeated because my paycheck was more than I was expecting. Try listening to that one at 66 RPMs and trying to make some sense of it.
I'm taking one day at a time, and tomorrow will be a new day. I'll try to have a fresh Fly Report up in the morning. I'll try to make out a list of things to do tomorrow, and get some of them done. I'll try to have a short lunch with Rampage, if I can get a hold of him. I might even try to get over to an abbey that April and I went to once, and sit there, and let God speak to me if He so desires... Or maybe I'll blow the temporary surplus from my paycheck on a funny hat. Okay, so that last part's pretty doubtful.
Stick with me, folks. Watch as Fly claws his way back above the surface. Be here to witness the miracle that's coming, even if we don't yet know what it will be.
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