Sympathetic Cloistered Makeshift Ruins
It's almost eerie, how routine everything seems. Even the largest changes can't blast through this feeling of uneasy comfortable living. I don't feel unfulfilled, I feel as if everyone around me is. One can't help wonder about the options here. Stay cloistered, branch out, run, stay and fight. Everything sounds so similar when you spell it out. Even the rain seems bland now. Going over a speedbump at top speed no longer sends a rush of anxiety down my spine.
I don't know what I'm missing. I don't know what anyone else is, either. Calm before a storm? I doubt it. Calm before a surge of moderate activity, more like it. Is it this enhanced comfort making me feel nervous, or is it genuine anxiety?
Have I settled too far into a routine? Perhaps when I start work again, I'll have a new outlook. For now, though, I'm content to sit quietly and stare out of the window, searching for something to concentrate on.
Who's that friendly little fellow waiting to ride my ass? IT'S IVAN!!!! HOW'S IT HANGIN', YOU SON OF A BITCH?!?! You still owe me fifty bucks, you bastard! Ahhh, I can't stay mad at you, come on in and have a beer.
....No, wait, hold on.
Right. Anywho, Ivan's about to kick everybody's asses. Already knocked over two HUGEASS branches in my backyard, and a bunch of smaller ones in the front, but nobody's hurt around here yet. We lost power but now it's back (!?) and SCHOOL'S CANCELLED FOR TODAY. I just might have run around the house in little circles when I found out the news. But it hasn't been confirmed by any source. Anyway, if I lose my house, expect one very bitter Viggo, because I SO will vent my frustrations IC. Oh, and a lack of updates and all that shiz. But seriously, I think all we're gonna get is another power outage (we got one with Frances, and Ivan's worse), and a whole lotta fallen limbs, etc. I think I'll be fine, folks, but I'm riding out the storm, and I'll let you know when it's all blown past. I seriously don't even expect we'll have any broken windows unless the storm picks up like...threefold here. I'll be alright!
Oh, and did I mention there's another bastard hurricane brewing below Ivan? Fuckers.....
I don't know what I'm missing. I don't know what anyone else is, either. Calm before a storm? I doubt it. Calm before a surge of moderate activity, more like it. Is it this enhanced comfort making me feel nervous, or is it genuine anxiety?
Have I settled too far into a routine? Perhaps when I start work again, I'll have a new outlook. For now, though, I'm content to sit quietly and stare out of the window, searching for something to concentrate on.
Who's that friendly little fellow waiting to ride my ass? IT'S IVAN!!!! HOW'S IT HANGIN', YOU SON OF A BITCH?!?! You still owe me fifty bucks, you bastard! Ahhh, I can't stay mad at you, come on in and have a beer.
....No, wait, hold on.
Right. Anywho, Ivan's about to kick everybody's asses. Already knocked over two HUGEASS branches in my backyard, and a bunch of smaller ones in the front, but nobody's hurt around here yet. We lost power but now it's back (!?) and SCHOOL'S CANCELLED FOR TODAY. I just might have run around the house in little circles when I found out the news. But it hasn't been confirmed by any source. Anyway, if I lose my house, expect one very bitter Viggo, because I SO will vent my frustrations IC. Oh, and a lack of updates and all that shiz. But seriously, I think all we're gonna get is another power outage (we got one with Frances, and Ivan's worse), and a whole lotta fallen limbs, etc. I think I'll be fine, folks, but I'm riding out the storm, and I'll let you know when it's all blown past. I seriously don't even expect we'll have any broken windows unless the storm picks up like...threefold here. I'll be alright!
Oh, and did I mention there's another bastard hurricane brewing below Ivan? Fuckers.....