Hey, you've got to hide your.. blog away
Work? Same old.
Weather? Same old.
Wife looking suspiciously my direction because I'm typing instead of sitting looking comatose straight ahead at a show?
Oh my fucking god, same old.
For the goddamned love of what breeds contempt....
But, well, it won't be long. I'll not make it to Vietnam like some. Not find sufficient ongoing satisfaction in mostly blogging like others. The costs of change tend to be in accord with what I want to call “casino odds”, i.e. one step forward, less than one step back.
There's no winning but to no longer need to win.