Everything starts to seem so eclectic when contrasted with my "normal." The hermit becomes the pedestrian, seems like. A minor faction like myself has no allegiance to anything but a moment.
And in this moment, I am not allegiant to my abstinence towards drinking. I quite like Captain Morgan, a capable fellow if do say so myself.
Blue collar jobs, blue collar mindsets. You find yourself having it slip into the way you think, how you eat food, how you wake up in the morning, how you speak to a figure so fair. You lose a willingness to exert in the looser hours of life.
What a boon that can be, in the right hands. I find myself taken by the prose of the captain myself, I am drawn to his charisma! His poise, and his strength. I must sleep in my car.
Thou asketh of vocation; I answer to you the plainest of honesty. My labors, the craft of which my living is secured through checksum, shall act as my yoke. That's what I do, it is not what I am. Nay... I am a minstrel.
Let me get off the phone.
Nay. Let the pestilence linger once more, dearest body. Thine countenance is one of psychological trappings, tropes and matrices, a sword logic of feeling. There is no science to it.
I ate the lime slice to get back on the level. This is some fresh fuckin lime. I'm lucid again. Sorry for anyone who likes The Mighty Thor prose-speech I do when I'm intoxicated, but I'm looking to treat it right now. I have to drive, you know. I can't drive drunk. Even if I write funny when I am drunk.
Eatori is good. I enjoyed meeting new friends. I enjoyed seeing an old friend.
I am quite fond of this moment I find myself in.
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