2, 1, 0, der Alarm ist rot
This week is over, and a brief bout of cheesy Austrian pop music seems to have purged what was left of the evil corporate badness out of my system.
I'm so shell-shocked I don't even know what to do this weekend.
After a week of working like crazy, then going home and doing nothing but playing games on the computer for hours to try to escape (hey, it's safer than psychogenic fugue, and rather out of character for me anyway), nearly anything is an improvement.
My strange longing all day to be stranded indoors with a mysterious new girlfriend and a couple of good bottles of wine during a snowstorm all weekend have thus far gone unanswered — well, the important parts anyway — so I'm trying to conceive plan B, and it's just not happening.
Oh well, I'll figure something out.
Film at 11....
I'm so shell-shocked I don't even know what to do this weekend.
After a week of working like crazy, then going home and doing nothing but playing games on the computer for hours to try to escape (hey, it's safer than psychogenic fugue, and rather out of character for me anyway), nearly anything is an improvement.
My strange longing all day to be stranded indoors with a mysterious new girlfriend and a couple of good bottles of wine during a snowstorm all weekend have thus far gone unanswered — well, the important parts anyway — so I'm trying to conceive plan B, and it's just not happening.
Oh well, I'll figure something out.
Film at 11....