October 24, 2008

[The Shadow Chronicles]_10.24.2008_

Chapter 3: Houses Of The Holy

First off, last week: “Won’t Get Fooled Again” is by The Who. 5 points to those who guessed right and those who didn’t… you suck, not really. Well….

4:30 in the afternoon on the Friday, to some people, myself included this is the longest half hour in all of humanity. You’re tired, you’re hungry, you’re sore and you just want out. I’m probably not alone in thinking that breaking the window in the corner office and sliding down the tree to my car below sounds like a great idea. As the week finally comes to a close I’m also thankful that I can breathe again. As soon as I took two weeks off TBF for some down time, I catch a cold and start swearing my head off; unfortunately my nose was all plugged up so my anger came off like a bad cartoon:

“Dis stufid, fuggin cole! I hate being fugging thick… God hep me!

As I’m reading this back I’m wondering if I really needed a doctor or a refresher course from Hooked On Phonics? I was almost beginning to take this as a sign to never take a vacation again, but then I realized that I need my breaks. I love to write but it does drain me. A nice break away from all computers recharges me and still keeps some color on my skin. Hell, I need my breaks, you can’t just work 24/7 and think you’re still 100% afterwards. I know for a fact that nobody works 24/7 here at the TBF office. Though I admit the way we are sincere about relaxing and the way we fight to go relax, you’d swear they were our churches. Yeah, actually yes, now that I think about it, they are…. The churches of reinvigoration, and they follow as so:

Angel has the church of her family… and actually Church!

Temptress has the church of pain and pleasure…

Marie has the church of porn, of which I was a member until I developed a major case of carpal tunnel… completely unrelated, but still I figured it was time for a change.

And so now I am a member of the holy church of “I want to get the fuck out of here and go on vacation!”

As we inch closer to 5 p.m. I’m also thinking about what I’m writing about next Friday, I was thinking out loud last time and I’ve been really putting some thought into my idea ever since. After conferring with Marie, who incidentally surprised twice within a 24 hour period, First coming to visit me for the first time since the beginning of June and secondly writing an incredible article for “Unhindered” I feel pretty solid now. So after this weekend it’s time to get back to work and getting writing. So any minute now, my ass is planning to jump in the car, haul ass back home, jump on our couch and watch nothing but horror films for the next 48 hours (A yearly family tradition). But just as those happy thoughts flood my brain I made the mistake of looking at my watch and just groaned all over again…

for I started writing this at 4:30pm on the dot and it is now 4:35pm….

I wonder if the tree is sturdy?

Longest. Half – Hour. Ever.

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