Can't offend Sir Peter now. Can we?
It appears that in my last post, I skipped that last week entirely. So I've decided to strike fear into the other people in my head and explain why I have been in a no bloggy mood. So we've got Tink withdrawal, which is a kick in the shins, but we've also got some issues that have been messing with my mind. First off, lets just bypass the "I have no job. What am I going to do? Im getting lonely sitting in my room everyday playing the game of life by myself watching caddyshack over and over and over....." We've heard it all before. I'm sick of it. You're sick of it. DOGS are sick of it! The major issues to address, are my ever growing submission into insanity. The symptoms:
- Last last Sunday at work, every word I thought came into my head as if someone was screaming at the top of their lungs. Imagine your mindset when you are utterly frustrated with someone to the brink of violent actions. That teeth-gritting, mind throbbing anger was heard in every sentence from "What time is it?" to "Man I want some KFC right now!"
- The second happened last sunday (maybe it's biblical) when i was also at work. I was sitting in the office not doing work like usual, harnessing my deadly backgammon skills on my cell phone, when I decided to think about how being caged up at home is having a serious "cabin fever" effect on me. I had been at work for way to long, and decided to entertain myself by having a 10 person discussion in my head concerning my sanity. The host of this discussion was of course Maurice Chavez. Not CHA-VEEZ or CHAVES. I began to have the discussion, but after 10 minutes of movie lines, and toilet humour......I woke up on the ground with a bump on the head. I blacked out. No drugs or alcohol had been consumed within 40 hours, and I knew it was a blackout cause it happened once before.
I'm sure I could find some reason why. Maybe i jumped up to do something and passed out? Who knows?
On a sub-related note, I have began to repair the poster damage in my room. It looks like the entire renovation is going to take 2 weeks. After working for 15 hours straight thursday night, I found that I had completed only one sixth of my desired work. It was only tonight as I was about to walk out of my room that I had an epiphany and realized that a person's bedroom is a reflection of the walls of their mind. People adorn their walls with idols, favourite objects and loved ones, because they are close to their hearts and are thought of frequently. In my case, my entire walls are covered with movie posters, video games, actors, quotes, snippits of information, and memorabilia of my life. I noticed that my walls were chaotic due to their dense layout, but I felt a note of pride in knowing that I knew exactly where everyone one of those clipouts came from. In total I am guessing that there must be over 400 individual pieces. The ceiling contains 127 movie posters, and once each wall has been renovated I hope to post pictures of my sanctuary.