Keeping it together
September 15, 2005 § Leave a comment
I keep forgetting to breathe. Fuck, I’m doing it again. Inhale, exhale. See, it feels good, doesn’t it?
Today, it was another meeting, more phone calls, a ream of post-it notes and always the wretched, pointless follow-up. There was no chance for a bike ride or the ogling of boys; there wasn’t even a daydream on the bus home. And now, there is not a single beer in the fridge.
Note to self: buy beer.
Still, some good things happened today, some very good things indeed. You know who you are. Thanks.