I am schisming. Half of me is closing in on 30, owns real estate and has developed a taste for artichokes soaked in vinegar. The other half of me likes distorted guitars, watches crappy teen dramas and relapses into a nocturnal schedule by day three of a vacation.
Generally I am able to relegate these two spheres of myself to opposite corners of my brain (to mix geometrical metaphors), but tonight they've been forced into uncomfortably close proximity by an unforseeable scheduling calamity. Normally possessing two tickets to go see Modest Mouse would be unequivocally of the good. But (and why is there always a but these days!) tonight also happens to be the night I'm required to stay until all hours of the evening supervising the production of the school newspaper.
Tomorrow I expect to come to work dressed in a burlap sack and a beer hat streaming black coffee directly down my gullet.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Me, Myself and Obligations
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Yep. Hurts doesn't it? The schisming thing? You'll find a way to work with it, but 28-30 is painful. Hurts the noodle to think about it.
I have no noodle. Only pain.
;)
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