destiny

On certain days, I get paid to lounge my lazy ass on some plush Italian leather, get an OSIM chair massage and munch on M&M's. Unfortunately, these days don't come by often enough. But when they do, it's easy to think that people in this business get paid (sometimes obscene amounts) to sit around, crack mindless, immature jokes and pretend to know what we're doing.

Which is, of course, irrefutably true.

But these are the good days, on the right hand side of the spectrum. I've spent enough time on the left to know that there is no middle ground here.

It also helps that there's only 3 more days to go. Notwithstanding certain tragedies that might require me to go and caress some wood now, I'll be off for a 20-day escapade of sin, debauchery and total laziness.

Ahh, how I miss lying around doing absolutely nothing.
Silence. Air-cond. Beer. Something made of pork. TV. The PS2. Bed. A good book. Rain. A languid soundtrack. Maybe a comforting presence on the side.

That, my friends, is the life that we truly deserve.