Miami, and why my brain works this way
This Friday I am leaving work, the construction in front of my apartment that requires me to take 50 extra steps per day, three boxes of documents that I haven't looked at and my blackberry charger all behind here in Chicago and heading to MIAMI. It is my bride's birthday tomorrow, and Miami is her present. Not the whole city--just the trip there. There is a chance for rain, but I could give a shit. I am more than willing to sit in a puddle in the sand, watch a storm over the Atlantic and let my brain decompress. It should be a great weekend (although, we did choose a hotel with the requirement that there is high-speed internet access in our room so that I could work from down there if needed, so that could blow).
We need to take this trip because my brain doesn't work anymore. It's full, and nothing else is going to fucking fit. The first thing that I thought of this morning, even before "Shit. It's really cold in here. I hope she gets up and turns off the AC so I don't have to.", was that I needed to finalize the materials for the call at 3:o0 and needed to make sure to leave a voice mail about telling the client to give notice and had to send an e-mail to check in with the specialists to see what progress they were making. Before I realized that it was fucking cold. That is what is wrong with my brain.
Also, lately the randomness of my thoughts has really kicked it up a notch. Like now.
Two Favorite Toasts at the Moment:
1. "Here's to wives and sweethearts. May they never meet."
2. "May you be three days in heaven before the devil knows you're dead."
See. Where the hell did that come from?
I think the problem is that sometime in the last 4 or 5 years, God put posi-track in my brain. Posi is that thing that makes it so that when you get stuck, both drive tires spin, and you aren't sitting there with one tire on dry ground doing nothing and the other spinning on a sheet of ice. In college, there was no posi in my head. Sometimes, I could have one wheel running like crazy, and the other would kick out. Now, I can't seem to get anything to disengage unless I am (1) sleeping or (2) . . . I don't know where I was going with that.
Come to think of it, posi-track has nothing to do with it.
Fuck.
If a bear shits in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does an angel get its wings?
We need to take this trip because my brain doesn't work anymore. It's full, and nothing else is going to fucking fit. The first thing that I thought of this morning, even before "Shit. It's really cold in here. I hope she gets up and turns off the AC so I don't have to.", was that I needed to finalize the materials for the call at 3:o0 and needed to make sure to leave a voice mail about telling the client to give notice and had to send an e-mail to check in with the specialists to see what progress they were making. Before I realized that it was fucking cold. That is what is wrong with my brain.
Also, lately the randomness of my thoughts has really kicked it up a notch. Like now.
Two Favorite Toasts at the Moment:
1. "Here's to wives and sweethearts. May they never meet."
2. "May you be three days in heaven before the devil knows you're dead."
See. Where the hell did that come from?
I think the problem is that sometime in the last 4 or 5 years, God put posi-track in my brain. Posi is that thing that makes it so that when you get stuck, both drive tires spin, and you aren't sitting there with one tire on dry ground doing nothing and the other spinning on a sheet of ice. In college, there was no posi in my head. Sometimes, I could have one wheel running like crazy, and the other would kick out. Now, I can't seem to get anything to disengage unless I am (1) sleeping or (2) . . . I don't know where I was going with that.
Come to think of it, posi-track has nothing to do with it.
Fuck.
If a bear shits in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does an angel get its wings?
posted by White Hat Black Hat at 12:54 PM
2 Comments:
I can't even imagine what you on drugs would be like.
When do you get to take a vacation - like a real vacation without the blackberry?
P.S. I didn't understand the posi track brain thing, at all.
I'm sending you calming vibes. Do you feel better?
-Sister
A smart man, who happens to be my boss, once told me: If you are out of the office, you are out of the office. Nuff said. You are going to Miami with your wife. For two days forget about the shit you think you have to do. It will be there when you get back. Trust me. After two days you can resume an expanded duty of shit detail.
In regard to the middle of the night thinking you need to do something at work -- I know what you mean. Lately I have found myself in the middle of a brillant opening/closing argument only to be interupted by my alarm and the sensation that my body hates me during the fall months because of the riduculus amount of pollen in the air. I have found that to get rid of the holy shit I'm falling into a bottomless work pit feeling at night, occasional sparring matches with the king of beers and a footbal game does the trick. Blowing the hell out of our flying feathered friends helps too.
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