Saturday, November 18, 2006
I think my work is making me a drunk. Each weekend, after forcing myself to be a good slave and exhausting my mind, I want to get drunken. Joy.
"..I've always wanted a pegleg.. I've given this a lot of thought. If you have a pegleg or hooks for hands you know maybe it's enough to simply carry on living, bravely facing life with your disabilities. It's heroic just to survive. But without these things you're actually expected to make something of your life, achieve something, earn a raise, wear a necktie. So if anything I'm the antithesis of Ahab, because if I did have a pegleg I'd quite possibly be more happy and more content.."