It's been a few days since I've written anything. Now, while I could say that I've spent the past little while getting handjobs from Brazilian bikini models and doing enough coke to make Kate Moss's nose twitch with envy, it would be entirely incorrect. Mostly I've been... uh...
...hmm. What have I been doing? I can't even remember. Life these days just sorta keeps rolling forward, working five days a week and spending the next two trying to forget about the previous five. Not that work is bad, not at all — I still quite enjoy my job — but we're in that stretch between Thanksgiving and Christmas which is stupidly long and repetitive. By my count, we have ten straight 5-day weeks; after Christmas I doubt if we have five in a row without some sort of holiday, exam period, long weekend, or week-long asbestos-induced absence.
So, while I'm on this seemingly-endless treadmill which they tell me is eventually headed towards a bunch of days off in honour of the birth of Jesus of Nazareth, Second Leg of the Holy Trinity, Earthly Manifestation of the Lord, Saviour of Mankind and (as far as I can tell) also the father of one Mr. Kris Kringle of the North Pole, I'll ask if you'll kindly forgive me if I feel a little rat-in-a-wheel-like.
That's it for today. Next time, we'll look at the subject of telephones. Who is the little person inside the handset who speaks into your ear, and what should you feed him/her? Stay tuned.