Alot of the time I spend on the Road I'm getting my ass kicked, when I'm working I'm certainly getting my ass kicked, so essentially most of my life is one long drawn out ass beating after another. These rare and brief periods of time where I find myself between ass beatings are glorious monuments to sloth and laziness. Time I get to do as little as I damned well please, hang out with friends and family, sleep when ever I want, drink when ever I want...this is my vacation. A normal person seeks respite from every day life by going on a trip, so I suppose it would make sense that I operate in an utterly ass backwards fashion. Give me an old friend, a jug of rum, and a safe place to crash, and I'm happy to taste the sedentary life.
In any case, my lazy/party days are drawing to a close as I tip tap on my laptop. I haven't had a drop of rum for several days now (for me that's pretty good), and my brain is an octopus, with cephalopodic arms curling and stretching in every direction, groping and exploring, grabbing hold and recoiling. Decisions are being made and preparations are getting buttoned up.
It's almost that time. And this run will be my crescendo.
In any case, my lazy/party days are drawing to a close as I tip tap on my laptop. I haven't had a drop of rum for several days now (for me that's pretty good), and my brain is an octopus, with cephalopodic arms curling and stretching in every direction, groping and exploring, grabbing hold and recoiling. Decisions are being made and preparations are getting buttoned up.
It's almost that time. And this run will be my crescendo.