Well, that happens sometimes
Sometimes I think that I'm living in some kind of film about the various ways that one dude can be thrown into situations that make him feel of two minds about a thing. It's not a very good movie, I don't think. And certainly whoever made the movie seems to be a little too fond of the trope.
Do you know how long it's been since I had such an enigmatic thing on here? At least a month, I'd say. Either way the board has been set and the pieces are most assuredly moving and now I have to figure out if I even know what the fuck game is being played, to say nothing of what the rules are. It's rare that I don't have the slightest fucking clue what to do but there you have it. This is one of those times.
And there's the ticking clock that is my departure from this country to go home for the holidays, which (if I'm lucky) will not be working holidays. I'm on track to get at least one of my assignments over and done with before the week's out, and if I am really lucky I will get the second one started at the least so that I am more comfortable with the work load and can, in fact, maybe take a week to just work on the house and see friends rather than having to chain myself to a desk to write this proposal.
Reckon I'm gonna go to bed now, on account of being tired (I went running today for the first time in four days; I had to take a break because I fucked up my ankle (and subsequently had my shin splints flare up something awful), fortunately I didn't lose much in the way of conditioning and better than that discovered today that my trousers no longer stay up without a belt. Which is pretty goddamned awesome if you are a guy who enjoys not being as large as he once was (and I am such a dude). The German girl downstairs may mock me for actually keeping track, but I think she's just jealous).
Been a while since a lengthy parenthetical aside, too. Good stuff.
Do you know how long it's been since I had such an enigmatic thing on here? At least a month, I'd say. Either way the board has been set and the pieces are most assuredly moving and now I have to figure out if I even know what the fuck game is being played, to say nothing of what the rules are. It's rare that I don't have the slightest fucking clue what to do but there you have it. This is one of those times.
And there's the ticking clock that is my departure from this country to go home for the holidays, which (if I'm lucky) will not be working holidays. I'm on track to get at least one of my assignments over and done with before the week's out, and if I am really lucky I will get the second one started at the least so that I am more comfortable with the work load and can, in fact, maybe take a week to just work on the house and see friends rather than having to chain myself to a desk to write this proposal.
Reckon I'm gonna go to bed now, on account of being tired (I went running today for the first time in four days; I had to take a break because I fucked up my ankle (and subsequently had my shin splints flare up something awful), fortunately I didn't lose much in the way of conditioning and better than that discovered today that my trousers no longer stay up without a belt. Which is pretty goddamned awesome if you are a guy who enjoys not being as large as he once was (and I am such a dude). The German girl downstairs may mock me for actually keeping track, but I think she's just jealous).
Been a while since a lengthy parenthetical aside, too. Good stuff.