kicking it old skool

Ouch, brain dead today. Girlfriend and I went to her company’s Christmas party last night. Free food, free drink, free hangover. Bled freely from the left nostril after a foolish attempt at comprehending this article from psyorg.com. Yeah, I know, what the hell was I thinking. The answer is: I’m not.

My last day at work, so I’m for all intensive and physical purposes, I’m on what you might call a “go slow”. Had a cracking good time last night, I must admit. But I think I will lay very very low for the rest of the weekend up until we fly on Sunday. Got a stack of things I need to get done. It’s hard being a techie sometimes. Not only because of my sheer brilliance and charisma, immaculate “skillz” and dashing good looks, but because I have two very distinct “packing streams” when it comes to travelling: one for clothes and one for toys. And packing toys is always interesting as there are way too many “what have I forgotten” kind of moments. Paranoia aside, there are few things that give me so much joy as seeing all the shiny little bundles of tech-lust spread out on my bed. Together. As they should be. Strange, but at this point I feel some 70’s porn music would be appropriate…

Strange indeed.

strange, o-range , derange…

i need a drink.

[G], out

you can’t control me, i can’t control you, you’re not the one for me