Internetless Blog Chronicle

(Because I have nothing better to do than blog offline)

I'm Internetless again.

Heh. If that's not a broken record at this point, I don't know what is.

Actually, I've been Internetless for a couple months now. Eight, if you count lack of Internet to my Vaio of Doom. We had a wireless air card for the Gateway of Grey Doom for a time, but once again the spiral proved it's lack of resistance to gravity...

Thanksgiving hasn't even happened yet, but I tell you wholeblackheartedly, the Christmas season is upon us already, especially at Blue Clad Slavery. Plans have already been made, and the nights are already getting longer. I cringe at the thought of Black Friday, whence I will inevitably working more than a full shift there, only to go forth to meet my doom as a Manufacturing Minion right after.

Nothing like a 24 shift to give your inner insomnaic a real kick in the head.

The only sliver of light coming off that long forgotten becon of hope, is the birthday that resides amidst all the horror and chaos that is the Holiday Season. The last great birthday of importance, before age becomes a thing muttered regretfully, and with bitter disdain.

The Twenty-First.

A literal grail of alchololic holiness.

Even in all my antisocialism, schemes have been plotted, and I shall be partaking in a place outside The Compound (my house). They say you only live once, and rest assured, it's all downhill from here on out.

Not that it wasn't ever not downhill, but the few and far between plateaus are coming to an end.

Heh. I think sometimes I'm far too cynical for my own good, and that my terrible imagination is going to be the utter ruination of me. I'd like to look on the brightside, and see a shiny future full of success and happiness, but that just makes me want to wretch all over my black straightjacket, and that would just be uncool.

Ah well.

What's that repetitive phrase?

Oh yes.

Ever the downward sprial....