A week straight from satans asshole!
Bad week last week. Vat return due (Huge), Tax return due (Even bigger), customers haven’t paid up on time (As usual), work coming out of every orifice (No change there) and to top it all off, dad had a heart attack last Monday and has been told to expect more ‘episodes’ of the same nature (Such is the power of diabetes) followed by the biggest migraine I’ve had in over a year (Which really fucking hurt) and is hardly surprising under the circumstances.
Can I run away and hide? Can I get drunk or off my face and drown my misery? Can I fuck!!!
Having to face it all straight-laced and sober (though I've done that all my life anyway) is a real game of playing mental hide-and-seek from my inner frustrations. The thought of packing it all in and disappearing into a remote part of the world has crossed my mind once or twice.
Still - nothing in life has beaten me into the ground yet - and neither will this. Get yourself an old fridge, stick it in the garden and beat the shit out of it. Works for me. Clears the air, releases the tension and leaves me feeling a whole lot better. Same can't be said for the fridge. It is, well, smaller and reminds me of something that comes out of the crushing machine at a scrapyard. Old fridge V's 95kg (Tis true, I'm quite heavy for my size really)... we have a winner. And it isnt the fridge.