On My Side
Well, let's be upbeat. It's the tenth of the month, the beginning of the second work week of the year. I received the results of the PST test (if it's up you're dead, if it's down you get to come back in another three months and spin the wheel again) and it was flat line negative (which means I come back in three months). That's good. People have these tests just as I have these tests and some of them, not a large percentage, but some of them get the message they're going to kick the bucket sooner than they'd planned. Am I being overly dramatic? Sure, but that is the reality and as cool and smooth as I may wish to be perceived, that's the little story that whispers softly way down deep inside.
What was that about?
Oh, I dunno. The day went well. The evening, well, the evening hasn't played itself out yet. If I had my druthers at the moment, I'd crawl into bed and watch a movie. I'd crawl into bed and go to sleep. I'd crawl into bed and leaf through one of these swell photography books I've been acquiring which contain pictures of the occasional buck naked lady - all very artful, you understand: SF MOMA stuff, reviewed in The New Yorker stuff, none of them of prurient interest (you understand) - until I was tired and ready for sleep. And then sleep. Sleep 'til the morrow and another day on the job.
You've had your sake for the evening.
I've had my sake for the evening, Hakusan sake bought at the local supermarket, twice the price of my usual bottle of Ozeki, seems a bit sweeter, nothing in a league where a proper sake aficionado might consider a sip.
And you're a little looped?
Two flasks of sake make you a little looped for maybe an hour, prepares you for the evening, makes the words flow like water - tepid, green, didn't come from a bottle water - but water, smooth and cool (heated in a microwave) water that makes you're brain soft and fluid as alphabet soup.
You've lost your readers. I, unfortunately, can't turn the channel to something more sensible and less reprehensible and....
I've always wondered why the sake (Wild Turkey, Guinness) only affected me and left you clear headed enough to carp. It seems we're on the same page: “sensible and less reprehensible” may be hard to live down.
I see you have the rude habits of your kind.
Dog is on my side.