Ayuh, Don't Suck
26 September 1998
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Ayuh, Don't Suck
26 September 1998
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Really, this is a pretty good life, this life of mine these days. If I step back and compare it to what it could be. Look at today, for instance.
I wake up at noon, not because I have to, particularly, but because I just do. I get online, read some innocuous mail, write some I-hope innocuous messages of my own, play a little FreeCell. Nothing earthshattering is pending. And then I go back and nap for a few more hours.
Get up later, pay some bills without even having to lick any stamps, and I can afford to pay them. I even have some money left over when I'm done. Talk to some friends on IRC, make sure the Cubs aren't losing. Go out, pick up a paper, have a perfectly fine fried chicken dinner, all the wait staff are friendly, goofing with each other over the Madonna songs that are playing. It's nice.
Then I go to Safeway to pick up Bag of Bones and this just-the-right-thing container of cottage cheese with pineapple that I'm eating right now. The book is 30% off and there's no one ahead of me when I go to the register. I come home, nap a little more, read a little, then it's time to go down to the bar.
Say Hi to Anna without even a slight twinge of homicidal bitterness. Fine draft beer and a reasonably interesting conversation about genocide and funk music. And here I am. Honestly, what is there to complain about?
The important thing is, just don't think about what the hell I'm going to be doing in 10 years. Or spend any time remembering having someone to come home to. Or have gone out with in the first place. Why cause trouble?
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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All names are fake, most places are real, the
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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