: : Running from the Wolf : :
♫ Heartbeats - The Knife ('cuz there ain't never enough slalom skateboardin' kids.)
♦ Brown paper packages... tied up with strings. That's what it feels like. The good news is, yesterday went a great deal smoother than the naysayers envisaged & I didn't even need to name-drop! The panel seemed quite keen to be in on the action, with the usual caveats that I deliver on every proposal I put foward. Not a problem - I'll do it right or not at all. ::pledges::
No, the real issue is what comes after the cash is handed over & I don't trust 'em not to meddle. They see it as protectin' their investment, I see it as fear of their political masters. I'm thinkin' that goin' it alone is gonna be the only sure way to guarantee any independence, which is paramount to my objective.
♦ 1 heart that beats as 2... I hope I don't turn blue - it's such a hullabaloo! All this rigmarole, just 'cuz I went a bit tachy after my trailblazin' stunt work in March - sans wire or crash bag! I know what the white coat brigade are up to. My medical history states my grandfather died from Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome... or disease, I can never remember which, when he actually died in a motorbike accident. Alright, his heart attack no doubt made him come a cropper, but either way, if I shared his affliction then surely it woulda' shown up by now. ::fightin' fit::
The fall out is I gotta do a stress test today to prove I ain't gonna keel over any second. Hello! I just did a marathon, ain't that enough? I've managed to wriggle out of doin' their dumb test twice already, but I reckon if I try my luck a 3rd time, my mom will drag me there by my ear. So if this should be my final post, on account of a sudden & unavoidable bout of corpsification... well:
::cheerful::
♦ Brown paper packages... tied up with strings. That's what it feels like. The good news is, yesterday went a great deal smoother than the naysayers envisaged & I didn't even need to name-drop! The panel seemed quite keen to be in on the action, with the usual caveats that I deliver on every proposal I put foward. Not a problem - I'll do it right or not at all. ::pledges::
No, the real issue is what comes after the cash is handed over & I don't trust 'em not to meddle. They see it as protectin' their investment, I see it as fear of their political masters. I'm thinkin' that goin' it alone is gonna be the only sure way to guarantee any independence, which is paramount to my objective.
♦ 1 heart that beats as 2... I hope I don't turn blue - it's such a hullabaloo! All this rigmarole, just 'cuz I went a bit tachy after my trailblazin' stunt work in March - sans wire or crash bag! I know what the white coat brigade are up to. My medical history states my grandfather died from Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome... or disease, I can never remember which, when he actually died in a motorbike accident. Alright, his heart attack no doubt made him come a cropper, but either way, if I shared his affliction then surely it woulda' shown up by now. ::fightin' fit::
The fall out is I gotta do a stress test today to prove I ain't gonna keel over any second. Hello! I just did a marathon, ain't that enough? I've managed to wriggle out of doin' their dumb test twice already, but I reckon if I try my luck a 3rd time, my mom will drag me there by my ear. So if this should be my final post, on account of a sudden & unavoidable bout of corpsification... well:
::cheerful::