Fire extinguishers aren't usually green
When you wake up, what's the first thing you think about? For me, it's always about the dream I just had. Whatever it may be. It always seems important to try and remember what it was. Like there was something to be learned there or some missed opportunity that you can't miss now that you're awake. Most of the time I believe that they are premonitions. But in truth I'm probably just dreaming of the past. Tricky bastards these dreams are. They give you hope when there shouldn't be. Light when you sleep and darkness when you wake. I dunno what I find so fascinating about the juxtapositions in life. Maybe because it is these very juxtapositions that give me hope. Whereas I would see myself heading down a particular path, there remains the chance that my path would be averted and I would somehow be drawn to a different one. A constant change. A constant shift. Keeps things exciting I suppose. Keeps me on my toes. Like I have something that nobody knows. A secret from which my life flows. That's just the way it goes. So now I shall bring this to a close.
I'm wearing one of my favorite shirts today. For some reason, it makes me feel really healthy. Not that I am. I'm probably at my worst health ever. Strangely though I haven't been getting sick. It's almost been a year since I joined this rag tag trio and not once have I missed a day of work. I'm quite disappointed in myself actually. I'm so due for a vacation. I've been planning it slowly in my head. I'm gonna take maybe one or two weeks off and I'm gonna travel. I'm gonna spend my hard earned dough and invest it into some visceral life experiences. When you think about it, I'm really investing in memories. And when you're old and dying, memory might be all that you have. So when you put it in that context, spending on traveling is actually a really wise investment.
And speaking of investments. I have decided to get myself a MacBook Pro with the Intel Core Duo. It's only a matter of time. And then I shall get my grubby little hands on them bwuahaahahaha! It all depends on my cousin who lives in Silicon Valley who's got friends at Mac who's gonna hook a brotha up with some mad discounts booyah! .... I just licked my lips. It all came to a head, in a manner of speaking. My trusty olde pc with my Intel III 800 mhz finally died on me. It literally died. Like, I left it on, took a shower, came back and it was deader than a doornail. I don't even know if my files are intact. I'm guessing they are and I just have to plug my hard drive (plug my hard drive) into another storage device (storage device) and simply transfer my load (my load) It's really not that hard, err, difficult. In any case, I'm sure they'll be fine.
There's a green fire extinguisher here in the office staring right at me, daring me to use it. I've always wanted to open fire with a fire extinguisher. I'll try to ignore it for the remainder of the night. Sleep well kiddies.
I'm wearing one of my favorite shirts today. For some reason, it makes me feel really healthy. Not that I am. I'm probably at my worst health ever. Strangely though I haven't been getting sick. It's almost been a year since I joined this rag tag trio and not once have I missed a day of work. I'm quite disappointed in myself actually. I'm so due for a vacation. I've been planning it slowly in my head. I'm gonna take maybe one or two weeks off and I'm gonna travel. I'm gonna spend my hard earned dough and invest it into some visceral life experiences. When you think about it, I'm really investing in memories. And when you're old and dying, memory might be all that you have. So when you put it in that context, spending on traveling is actually a really wise investment.
And speaking of investments. I have decided to get myself a MacBook Pro with the Intel Core Duo. It's only a matter of time. And then I shall get my grubby little hands on them bwuahaahahaha! It all depends on my cousin who lives in Silicon Valley who's got friends at Mac who's gonna hook a brotha up with some mad discounts booyah! .... I just licked my lips. It all came to a head, in a manner of speaking. My trusty olde pc with my Intel III 800 mhz finally died on me. It literally died. Like, I left it on, took a shower, came back and it was deader than a doornail. I don't even know if my files are intact. I'm guessing they are and I just have to plug my hard drive (plug my hard drive) into another storage device (storage device) and simply transfer my load (my load) It's really not that hard, err, difficult. In any case, I'm sure they'll be fine.
There's a green fire extinguisher here in the office staring right at me, daring me to use it. I've always wanted to open fire with a fire extinguisher. I'll try to ignore it for the remainder of the night. Sleep well kiddies.
