Something odd happened today.
Instead of regaining consciousness on the wrong side of the bed (or floor), trying to negotiate my way through yet another fucked-up party-induced hangover, I woke up stone sober. And did something totally unexpected – I started writing this blog.
It’s perfectly bad timing. The folks who’ll be interested in reading what I have to say are probably still swimming in their alcoholic oceans of choice. And they’ll only browse through my golden internet-compatible prose by tonight or tomorrow. So I did think about delaying this long-delayed project – until my inner voice butted in with a harsh “What the fuck dude, you’ve got to start sometime!’’
I planned a nasty response to THE VOICE. But the image of me sticking my middle finger at myself didn’t seem too pretty 🙂