Post #100

It's Thanksgiving weekend here in Nashville and I'm feeling a hint of desperation. I'm ready to leave tomorrow.

The Soup

As my bowl of soup rotated in the microwave, I stared out the window, hands in my pockets.
"Contemplating better days?" asked Blake, who had slipped into the kitchen to refresh his cup of coffee.
"It's not that hard to do."
He laughed. "That all depends on your perspective."
"Blake Scott, the eternal optimist."
"Nah. I just believe in the power of positive thinking." And he left. This is why I like Blake- he isn't afraid to use phrases like "the power of positive thinking" in conversation.

Warm, September Rain

I'm drinking to get drunk. This is the one thing that Pam, my old boss, forbade when allowing us to drink after the shop was closed (we sold wine and beer at the cafe), though she herself was seen not infrequently letting slip down her throat rather large glasses of port, usually in one or two lively draughts. She taught by example and I tend not to infringe.

But tonight is an exception. It is considered by most to be dangerous for one to drink alone; my response is that I am almost always alone (please, please- this is by choice. By choice, I say), so what choice have I? To enjoy a glass of wine with dinner, to crack a canned Boddington's or two while critiquing Jay Leno's new show, to throw back a handful of starry-eyed bourbons-on-ice while the southern rain drenches my deck- these most isolated of life's pleasures I indulge in private, in the same manner as the myriad other pursuits of a solitary life.

And, so, I am mostly drunk. I won't be entirely so tonight; my definition therein is a bit stricter than that.

What are my thoughts this fine evening? So kind of you to ask.

I'm thinking of biking. More than likely, it won't happen. It just so happens that my eyes are bigger than my stomach as far as dreams are concerned, not to mention my propensity for idealistic nausea. But here it is anyways- I'd like to bicycle to Seattle in the spring. No- I'd like to do it now. The truth is that I can't right now, for I'm in the midst of a rather overwhelming project at work and feel the need to see it through to completion (relative as that is in my line of work), and don't care to cut my 'funding' unnecessarily short. So spring is on my mind, when the northern plains have thawed and the Holiday Inn project is complete and my job is endangered anyways, and the open road.

Why Seattle? I have a friend there. Why not?

I'm going to finish my wine beneath the humble overhang of my attic's roof. Best of luck to me.

The Morning Fog

I left my wallet at home this morning. I'm pretty sure that's a first for me.

Update:
Our receptionist got engaged last night. Her high-pitched squealing is worse than usual this morning.

Fair Enough

I'm back in my cozy office in Tennessee after venturing home for a long weekend. The drive back was nice enough, but I felt a new sort of nauseous for most of the trip and it's still hanging around this afternoon. I took the picture she took of the both of us down from my laptop's background and that seemed to help.

Entity Framework

I'm about ready to kill this thing.

Tuesdays

Tuesday evening, lying around in lactose-induced discomfort, reading The Odyssey. I expect to finish tonight.

I am debt-free as of July 15th. In other news, I have actual funds in savings, as of August 15th.

In other news, my brother's wife just had their first child- a daughter.

In other news, I really had something I was going to post about but forgot altogether. I've forgotten how to blog.

"The time has come for us in turn to cast
our shafts against their rank; my friends, don't let
that crew, to all their wrongs, now add our death."