Meh.
Pretty uneventful work day. Just like the other 563 days I have spent internalizing my rage and giving my paranoia a great workout. I look forward to the gin-and-tonic-fuelled lunch on Friday.
I had a thought about my brother the other day. This thought, or series of thoughts more precisely, stems from a discussion or two I had with him. He's every bit the character I wish I were. Notably, my brother possesses a character that just boggles my mind. He's good-natured, calm, affable and an all-around sweet guy. Whereas I am an erratic, mouthy and vulgar nutbar. As that short bastard Popeye would say: I yam what I yam.
His motto: There's always tomorrow.
My motto: There's always suicide.
I had a thought about my brother the other day. This thought, or series of thoughts more precisely, stems from a discussion or two I had with him. He's every bit the character I wish I were. Notably, my brother possesses a character that just boggles my mind. He's good-natured, calm, affable and an all-around sweet guy. Whereas I am an erratic, mouthy and vulgar nutbar. As that short bastard Popeye would say: I yam what I yam.
His motto: There's always tomorrow.
My motto: There's always suicide.
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