Is the human desire for reward so powerful that we can't help but read feeds and play flash games instead of get anything else done when both opportunities are presented? Or is it some deeply rooted avoidance trait that keeps me from writing the great American novella, or at least even my restaurant reviews?
In other words, I am pissed beyond belief that I did not jump on the chance to go on tour with Friendly Fires as their driver for a week for a hundo a day plus per diems. Not because I ever know what Friendly Fires sounds like (EDIT: okay, interesting enough) nor that my job would particularly like me disappearing for a week, but because it would have given me a free trip through Canada and then snaked down to San Francisco, where I want to visit anyways. But a million times more than that - Friendly Fires are opening for Lykke Li, the hottest creature that ever.
Nooooooooooooooooooo
Doooooooooooooooooh
In other news, I was cut from my A team this year for Ultimate. We beat that "A" team in the sectionals a few weeks ago to qualify for Regionals over them. Sweet vengeance has been sweet fuel. Now, to find a lady. Preferably an indie chanteuse from Stockholm, but I'll keep my options open.