Back to the fuckin grind
Back to the fuckin grind. Back to the running. Back to the endless pages of knowledge and buckets of stale coffee. Back to paradise. That’s right I’m beat I’m tired and I love it. Mental fatigue is like finishing a marathon or a decent lift. I feel useless and haggard but what’s the alternative. Fat happy and not a doctor. Yeah I think not. No if it came to me easier I’d just hit keep hitting the books until I was a walking encyclopedia.
Can’t say life is too outside of the norm although I wouldn’t dub my life boring as of yet. I’d say it was uneventful at time. As is evidence by my mundane prose. Blah..Blahhhy…Blah. blah. I do have events that I keep from this journal. Some things should be kept under wraps so to speak. What I can say about those events are that they rival very few if any events as the best times of my life. Not to say that the past was any worst than these events but its only through the shades of experience that I have gained from my past that I can appreciate the subtle nuances of the events and the people of today.
Had I to equate it to an event in my life I’d say it was like the first taste of fillet minion that I had as a kid. I’d say then that it tasted “good”. As I had experience the vast array of steaks from microwave “hungry man” Salisbury to lonestar’s T-bone I’d say that the fillet minion I taste now is incredible and had I compare it to the first taste of that particular kind of steak I had as a kid, I wouldn’t be able to.
I can say that the love I feel now is beyond incredible and had I never experience anything like it before I wouldn’t be able to give it the appreciation that does it justice. That’s enough for now. Back to the Physiology.
Can’t say life is too outside of the norm although I wouldn’t dub my life boring as of yet. I’d say it was uneventful at time. As is evidence by my mundane prose. Blah..Blahhhy…Blah. blah. I do have events that I keep from this journal. Some things should be kept under wraps so to speak. What I can say about those events are that they rival very few if any events as the best times of my life. Not to say that the past was any worst than these events but its only through the shades of experience that I have gained from my past that I can appreciate the subtle nuances of the events and the people of today.
Had I to equate it to an event in my life I’d say it was like the first taste of fillet minion that I had as a kid. I’d say then that it tasted “good”. As I had experience the vast array of steaks from microwave “hungry man” Salisbury to lonestar’s T-bone I’d say that the fillet minion I taste now is incredible and had I compare it to the first taste of that particular kind of steak I had as a kid, I wouldn’t be able to.
I can say that the love I feel now is beyond incredible and had I never experience anything like it before I wouldn’t be able to give it the appreciation that does it justice. That’s enough for now. Back to the Physiology.