“Of course, no one can really escape a bad day, if it’s really out to get you…”
I made up this line when I was writing a story for a friend for her birthday. Never did finish that story and it felt right to recycle the line for today. Bad bad day. Of course, right now, I have the luxury of plonking myself on my bed, and letting the day pass in making pointless posts but I wonder how I’ll deal with it when I have terrible work hours. Ah well, crossing that bridge as and when it gets here.
Actually, the whole crossing the bridge metaphor seems to cling to a lot of my life at the moment. Thinking about last year in college, future work related shenanigans of paper work and permits and what not, have I mentioned – last year in college?
I know.. I know… no need to be over the top melodramatic about it. But I’d hate it, if I don’t give it all the importance it deserves. If I just let it pass by. The way I did for example my teenage years, which apparently were supposed to be the most tumultuous period of my life. Except for nerding over my school work, sadly I have nothing much to show for them either.
ah well…last year in college…what would be a sadder way to mark it than erratic pointless posts?
December is still too far. I wish it would come soon.
