kicking it old skool

Going in for root canal today. Not being one to settle for half measures and all, I’ve signed up to have two done in fact. I blame my parents for not stuffing me with more of those pink fluoride pills when I was a kid.

God I hate dentists. I really really hate dentists. It’s the sound one associates with the drills and sucking machines and other preferred weapons of choice. Then of course, there’s the needles. God I hate needles.

The whole thing should be all over in 2 hours. 2 Hours of blood-curdling fun fun fun. After that, I’m looking forward to being unable to drink or eat anything for at least 5 hours, lest it spill out of my pie hole and all over the floor. A lot like an average 04:20 Sunday morning really… minus the alcohol breath-of-doom and cheap slut picked up at the club.

So enough about my oral dilemma. On with the show

Been busting my ass again lately, doing deals and presentations and trying to sell this fucking thing we built. And it’s been rather positive, to my utter and total surprise, with some money already showing for it. It’s nothing big yet, but I believe it’s a start of greater things. We kind of use the analogy of “pushing a snowball up a hill”, which is exactly what it feels like. Now that we’ve seen a couple of people, it’s been an explosion of flurried activity for quotes and plans and costings yada yada yada. I’m extremely worried that we may not be able to cope soon. Not so much because of workload, just not having a good system in place to deal with doing quotes and getting Terms and conditions and so on signed and sealed.

It’s just the next evolution in the business. We’ve gone from uphill battles with registrars and banks, long weeks of designing, thinking, re-designing, think again, call each other’s mother cheap Hillbrow crack whores, getting pissed, re-thinking, re-designing (ad infinitum), to now having a solid and sustainable business model. At least until everything changes again and we have to adapt.

But hey, that’s business.

So it’s getting late, I gotta go swallow this packet of Myprodol and pray to the toothfairy that my dentist got laid last night and that he won’t unleash his fury on my gaping maw.

Toodles.

[G], out

The toothfairy puts out