Seeing as how things have wrapped up over at Fatguy's Journal, I'm going to attempt to fire things up a little over here.
So what's to report? Wups played an after-wedding party Saturday night full of fun and chaos. It's been a while since I've been up until 4am...
I'm still jobless and still kinda OK with that, trying to figure out which way I'll jump. Do I just get another job I can stand for the next chapter, where fulfillment of simple desires leads to simple contentment (wait, content and content....really?), or do I finally strike out into the world for one last run at whatever I can get?
Is it really the game of life to throw the scare of failure and worse at everyone so that they either simply accept their lot, no matter how relatively lousy, or roll those huge dice and either luck out beyond the odds or flame out in a fizzling squirt?
Oh well, there's always the Dark Side.
Speaking of which:
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