Back offline from a full day at work. The philosophical thoughts swarming through my mind this morning all gone. It’s amazing how ephemeral deep thinking can be for some.
Perhaps it’s the music playing at this time, or maybe it’s excitement in anticipation of tomorrow’s events. Or maybe work just drains you of philosophical thoughts in much the same way boiling drains vegetables of their best ingredients.
Be it as it may, Depeche Mode is beating to my heart, tomorrow will be the company’s NERF wars final, and my destination is approaching quickly. I suspect I have no more than 6-7 minutes till the journal closes once again.
My thoughts now go to my unborn daughter and to her mom and my love. I miss them and want to touch thep pregnant belly – that all so powerful symbol of life that dwarfs all prozaic human values in its majesty.
My station comes next. Sayonara!
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