21st Century Schizoid Man
I like golf because it reflects my present personal state of mind.
I'm all messed up. I don't think I've had two consecutive good nights of sleep in two months.
Can't think, can't type, can't walk, can't drink, etc...
Friggin allergies.
Tonight's round showed it. Schizophrenic. The round itself was two-in-one. The first 11 holes were terrible, and if I hadn't been putting like a possessed demon, the last 7 would have made the round completely wasted. As it stands, making about 5 impossible putts saved the last seven holes.
I haven't really had what I would consider two complete holes back-to-back all spring. There have been some desperate saves. This completely coincides with my allergy-laden, most sucky of any I can ever remember Spring. No relief. Not one night since the last frost. It. Never. Ends.
I'm falling behind on laundry, mail, cleaning, the convertible... everything. It's already goddamn June, and I haven't gotten April's worth of sleep yet.
I know I have a great job, good security (1st economic downturn that hasn't tossed me in the street since I've been of working age), a nice retirement, great co-workers, and I love working downtown, but I'm seriously starting to think of moving out of this climate. It seems like something has been spewing pollen since, like February or something. I'm so spacey some times, I feel almost like I'm having out-of-body experiences.
Plus, my disc golf game is out of whack. I can putt like a demon, so I can finish the deal. It's just getting hard to find my way to the first tee these days.
I'm all messed up. I don't think I've had two consecutive good nights of sleep in two months.
Can't think, can't type, can't walk, can't drink, etc...
Friggin allergies.
Tonight's round showed it. Schizophrenic. The round itself was two-in-one. The first 11 holes were terrible, and if I hadn't been putting like a possessed demon, the last 7 would have made the round completely wasted. As it stands, making about 5 impossible putts saved the last seven holes.
I haven't really had what I would consider two complete holes back-to-back all spring. There have been some desperate saves. This completely coincides with my allergy-laden, most sucky of any I can ever remember Spring. No relief. Not one night since the last frost. It. Never. Ends.
I'm falling behind on laundry, mail, cleaning, the convertible... everything. It's already goddamn June, and I haven't gotten April's worth of sleep yet.
I know I have a great job, good security (1st economic downturn that hasn't tossed me in the street since I've been of working age), a nice retirement, great co-workers, and I love working downtown, but I'm seriously starting to think of moving out of this climate. It seems like something has been spewing pollen since, like February or something. I'm so spacey some times, I feel almost like I'm having out-of-body experiences.
Plus, my disc golf game is out of whack. I can putt like a demon, so I can finish the deal. It's just getting hard to find my way to the first tee these days.