Right about now you’re thinking something along the lines of “Wow, dude is so pathetic that he’s worried about being offline for four days. On a holiday weekend. I wonder if he could buy a life somewhere.” Either that, or “Wow, dude is so pathetic that he’ll do anything to get out of packing. Doesn’t he realize that it all has to get done eventually no matter what order he does it in?”
Your mileage will vary; feel free to indicate by how much ;)
thoughts
Wow, in honor of a whole year in the blogging biz i ought to change my tag-line from “Yearns, Burns, and Other Concerns” to “Mixes Better Metaphors than Martinis” or something else apropos. Do you realize that it’s nearly 5am and i have to be up at 7:45am and that i have a whole day of work ahead of me. No? Good, me neither.
I feel like i’ve somehow been very far removed from the sort of snap reactions i used to write. Either i don’t make them anymore, or i’m making them somewhere else, or… or now i know just who’s reading and i know if i came to these sorts of snap decisions in front of them it would be ugly or not quite kosher. So, i’m writing these massive meandering essays and it’s ridiculous because i’m hardly getting anywhere. I suppose the cost of an audience that you interact with is that you’re likely to be writing about someone who’s reading you at that very second, and so you have to decide if you want to trade alienation for freedom, and sometimes you don’t have a choice. But, anyhow, i have to go run errands now.
That was quite a lot of melodrama for 3am, wasn’t it? The behind-the-story story is that i had just come from volunteering at the Philadelphia Folk Song Society and i was running a really high temperature but was somehow wired up and didn’t want to sleep. When i finally did go to sleep i sweat my fever out like a junky, and now i’m sortof in this disoriented haze. But, no chills, just haze. Furthermore, I’m at work, after calling out and deciding i was well enough to come in as long as i didn’t have to do any tour leading today. Bleh. Data entry here we come.
Emotional melting point, yadda yadda yadda, don’t know what order the sentences came out in, and i promise to make it all coherent later. some other time. i think you can start wherever you want and work up or down, and it won’t make any more or less sense. i think.