Friday, July 30, 2004

• TIFF

  

  Oh yes,  that day again in the week that for some of us.... the working few,  chimes the end of another week. 

  Yesterday was Thirsty Thursday....

   

  Today is Fucking Friday...  And I don't mean the thermal sense.

   

  I'm about to get paid for the first time in two or three months,  just about to leave the office for the afternoon and return home to a cold beer...  Yes tuborg straight from a case of ice in the fridge.

  Preparations for today started a long time ago,  last sunday evening to be precise.. I remember laying in bed with my eyes closed trying to will the weekend to be a holiday one. But alas with all my wishing and hoping I woke up on monday morning to yet another working week. Depressed and feeling self concious about the size of my nipples I eventually got through monday.

  Tuesday I tackled the forces of evil within work and all that is stupid computers.

  Wednesday I spent whiling away the hours playing playstation

  Thursday I dealt with strange bowl movements and news from the other side of the world of simsuits and zambukas.

  But this morning,  finally after much thinking, day dreaming and wishing....  my wish came through.  Its friday...  and its a long weekend.  No work till tuesday. 

  Tonight, drinks in town... no plans are good plans as far as I'm concerned... My only wish is to become drunk and merry...  sip cold beers in a setting sunlight,  have a dance... be surrounded by some friends or strangers,  relax and have a good time. Mr. Vanhanderberger (aka Mr. Christian)  has agreed to take part in a bout of drinking named the Fransican Monk Drinkathon.  No, thats not somthing I have merely made up on the spot.  Its actually taking place in whatever pub we start in and will continue until either of us ends up kneeling in some corner of a toilet praying down the white telephone.

  I know my life must seem hellish at times,  all this party and only one vessel for the journey,  but I don't drink that much really.  I don't recall a night not having my sea legs.  I'm either a very stable drunk or a very forgettful one.  MY biggest problem is that a night out never seems to last quite long enough.

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  Whatever way the journey takes you this weekend, make sure you're happy ... and if you're not happy  well think of happiness and unhappiness like the ocean tides. When its a high tide somewhere,  its gotta be a low tide somewhere else. Soon enough the tide will change  and I'll be back here on monday speaking about how horrible life is again.

  

  To the Pub and beyond!

   

  SOmetimes you don't always see everything that I write here.  Its not cause I don't want you to see what I've written,  more likely that I want to see if you do. Today I feel in good form about things.  I'm looking forward to tonight, letting my hair down  and getting out by myself .  I just hope everything improves like it has been.  I just want the feeling back  thats missing.

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