The Hols

I find it safe to now announce that the Holidays are in progress.

What that should mean for me exactly is something I haven't quite figured out; aside from long hours at work and a desire for never-ending late-night chats with loved ones, that is.

I work in the bar again, which is something that is quite different now that I'm about it. I can't think of whether or not I appreciate it enough. Sure, at times, there is a great amount of money, and it is as though I receive a paycheck each week when I pick up my tipshare, but sometimes I wonder if it is worth it.

Things couldn't be any more... interresting these days; I'd have to say something about the state of matters in my personal life, but I cannot think of how to put it all. And darn the fact that I cannot seem to stay well enough to consider all things right. It seems to me that it is only when I am able to accept the fact that the way things are are just that that I am able to somehow accept the fact that my life couldn't be any worse. At the same time, things seem to hit me in the face, or whisper, rather, from the darkness of the back of my naive mind about how things could be better.

If you have problems following this present strain of thought, don't fret. Most times I, myself, am not able to maintain pace.

Such are the idle thinkings of Man;
How easily are we deceived by the Dragon.