Ok I am inspired. Tired and sleepy yet inspired. It’s 5pm. I want to leave on time today. Like really. Like I have to. Like I will combust if I can’t. Why? I just had enough of this week.
Given that I feel like strangling one of the powers that be in my firm for being an idiotic imbecile, my mom being ill and the maid running away yesterday, I think I am dealing with it quite well. Ok so I lost my whole Zen state of mind but then again the whole meditating your problems away was never my cup of tea. So amidst me stomping around today and screaming blue murder, I found some calm in dealing with these personal setbacks. Nevermind, I shall prevail. I feel like roaring. Like going up to someone and roaring. I know that’s mad talk but I cannot deal with dumboness. Sometimes it baffles me when I come across people in high positions but with the brain cells of a dyslexic ant. Boggles the mind and I do want to tell em to F*** off but for some reason the only thing that came out was: fiddlesticks. Doesn’t quite do it for me.
But tonight I am banking for something extraordinary. I need some sort of out of the ordinary experience to occur. Maybe a vampire might come and swoop me or a grand piano should fall down in front of me. Don’t you get that? The feeling that life has become somewhat a cycle that something needs to happen to break the spell if not we will all be trapped in this loop. Again and again. So run for the hills so that we may jump off the cliff of boredom. [Author’s note: No narcotics were smoked whilst writing this entry.]
So in the interest of experimental science and faith in Fate, I am attempting a not usually my scene kinda night. I have a feeling this might turn into a fiasco of epic proportion. But anything for a good story to tell the grandkids.
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