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I knew this week was going to be bad. I mean, it didn’t start out so well, and right then and there I wanted to just skip over it. I know we all have ‘em but damn, what I would have given just to fast forward through the bad parts and just get some footnotes at the end or something.
‘*you spilled coffee in your lap. Again. **you made an ass of yourself. Again. ***the gossip trail is blazing about you. Again.’
There are just sometimes when running around the world traveling in the cattle car of a train or jumping between hot air balloons or swimming across rivers is just so much easier to handle than being social. At least when I somehow end up in a pit of quicksand it’s not disappointing to find no one there. I can’t really say the same about home.
This probably all sounds over-dramatic, I mean really, who isn’t posting about being depressed, getting drunk because of it, and doing something stupid? Must be that time of year.
I got myself one of those stress toy things. The ones you squeeze and the eyes bulge? Yeah. I got it for this big presentation I had to do. But I ended up crushing it so hard the eyes popped out and got lodged in someone’s throat. The guy was fine and everything and it kind of distracted everyone from the bomb my presentation was. Kind of.
I’m sticking to white board and charts from now on. Powerpoint can kiss my ass.
Fujiko came over today. Well, she was just kind of…there when I walked in the door. Cleaned up my apartment, made me dinner, and suggested this rivalry thing. I guess it couldn’t hurt. She’s a genius all in her own right; it might be interesting to pit against her. A pretty polite way to get an arch rival I’d have to admit. Besides the whole making me kill a few brain cells at work (and almost a coworker), that is.
I also found this stash of music that…fuzzy green haired guy gave me a while back. I don’t really remember what his reasoning was, but looking around on my laptop trying to figure out how the hell Amarao got rid of all those pictures before led me to stumbling on them. I don’t know why that’s significant in the least.
But! In light of trying to find something to do to solve this dilemma of wanting to take off to scour South Africa for the umpteenth time, I have found nothing. So, I’m going to find a drink. I would do it the right way by actually going to a bar, but I’ve always liked the bars in America because it’s easier to get lost in them, and I don’t feel like going very far. I might just plain bludgeon someone, anyway.