Well folks, I slowly, but surely made it back to the 02122. Sure, I do not have any of the various articles I over-packed en route to Maine for getting dropped off at home was not optimal, but hopefully my volkls will survive on top of the hill. So I LISTENED to my body and actually slept, an act I hardly remember in and around Brunswick. Oops.
"Forgetting" to sleep instantly changes one's perspective about their surroundings. My bias about the campus life at hand...the "police" state if you will...certainly had some hand in swaying my decisions, gravitating me towards Debbie the Deer and some bags and potato guns. I am not quite sure which moon of Saturn or even Jupiter I felt most like, but I certainly had not felt as spherical in a decent period of time, traveling in orbit around the 04011 and the rest of mid-coast Maine, even without the Saab of death, which at the moment does not seem to work, not a particularly fresh surprise.
Sleep deprivation and lack of sobriety for me tend to mean that I could easily have talked more than I should have throughout my little four night vacation. To be brutally honest, the constant downpour cannot be particularly helpful in molding my demeanor considering I was quite ready to go SKIING. I heard some great tales about the mountains concurrent to my time spent around Bobo, but the morning crew was never able to set up a time to get the riding started. We just let it ride...for quite a few hours straight. Mondays in the bean just mean a single, competent class, but today was a mid-term that I did not get a chance to study or sleep for. Turned out to be a fairly miserable half-hour or so flanked by some shuttle and red line rides, with my only intention to hit the sack. There was nothing I needed more in the world than rest. All of this typing calls for more. Over and out.
It's sad that there are people who plan ahead just for that, to plan, and never execute. It's certainly a reason for inaction, it's also a big reason for frustration. Who does this inability to pursue one's plans frustrate more, the person that was counting on the big head honcho or the head honcho himself?
ReplyDeleteAs a honcho myself, I certainly do not suffer any pain when I do not act upon my plans. It's actually somewhat satisfying. However I do get horribly pissed when somebody does the same to me, for some reason, when my plans are ruined by another person there is no justification for it, only that: "oh shit he sucks," "he's a horrible guy" or for those who have lived this with any females-- "she's a bitch."
We all have to live with these honchos, and we better start planing with them, never count with us, and see the honcho in all counting yourself ESO!
- RIKYLO