I'm in Chicago working day and night. I've done nothing fun. Nothing. Regardless of what the above image might imply.
USELESS meetings all day, when I have some real heavy-duty deadlines that add up to the tens of millions of dollars, but no one seems to care that much. And then last night I was forced to go out bowling.
It's not so much that I hate bowling. I don't. I'm not a bowler though - make no mistake.
And what a fucking competitive team I had. Way too much high-fiving for my liking, though two would be one too many. Really, after each frame from each of the five of us?
...or as a co-worker said to me: "all that testosterone.....and then there's you!".
I'd have argued, but it would have come out high-pitched and nellie, so I just nodded knowingly.
I'm tired. I've got tons to do - and you know what? I've got a sore throat, and I'm going to bed. I'm sure I'll be up at 04:30...I'll look at that shit then.
Oh - and I totally missed my parent's 54th anniversary. I guess I'll call them tomorrow.
Song by: Paul McCartney & Wings
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That testosterone remark was a challenge to a fight as far as I can see. I would have shanked him on the spot.
"I'd have argued, but it would have come out high-pitched and nellie, so I just nodded knowingly."
I laughed out loud and woke up the dog.
It was my parent's 47th!
Sleep well. I hope your throat is better.
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