Aug 06, 2006 19:09
Heh, I can't get that line out of my head. I just have this mental image of Satan in a bar, wearing a trucker's hat, solemnly lifting a glass of whiskey on the rocks and saying git'r'dun. It's driving me crazy to the point of laughing randomly when nothing funny is around. "Who knows where thoughts come from." ~ Empire Records
So I had a small revelation last night. Nothing major and completely lacking stress and high emotional tides. I want to be elite. I'm sick of being a slacker. I'm just going to start doing more. This edge is sneaking into me. It's like I'm starting to focus so intently on everything I do now. I feel that dash of evil in me that adds flavor without taking over the taste. Of course this feeling may have something to do with all the whiskey I drank last night. Note to self: Drink whiskey more often at home, but never in excess or while upset. So I woke up today, neatened up my room, cleared another box and did some other random cleanings. I took a small break to eat and when I finish this I shall clean some more. I'm also going to draw up a plan for regular cleaning of the house and finish building and stocking my bookshelves. I just feel this general satisfaction at the moment. And what's really odd, I haven't alcoholified myself yet today or smoked. I dunno why I'm like this, but I wish I was more often.