What? I just went for a quick nap! ......
And since I'm awake, well, I might as well write down something... So I guess you (as in You, my only reader...) want something crunchy, witty, and not too smelly... Well here we go, and please let me remind you that it's been a while...
So here I was, standing in my living room, with some whitish powder on top of my head, just wondering how in Batman's name that huge crack in the ceiling appeared, as if some evil giant dwarf had stomped on the roof.
Then I remembered... My trip at the big beach without sea (Kandahar)... I've been gone for a while, and I guess such things happen. Ok, so I brushed the powder out of my hair, got myself a nice cool beer, started sipping the nice beverage and sat down in front of the TV. I have to get my old habits back, if I don't want do be a victim of that post dramatic stress thing....
So now after a month or so of working on my old habits, I'm pretty sure I don't have the syndrome, and on top of that I'm starting to get that nice beer belly I lost! Aaaah, sure feels good to be back home, I tell you what!
Anyway keep checking for updates, this was a... test run... yes that's it.
Until next time,
Keep swinging, ladies!
posted by Manbous @ 20:37
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I guess I am now truly your only reader. That's too bad! But as you are awake more than once every 3 years, that means you should also write more often.... right? RIGHT???
Quite honestly, I'm surrounded by crunchy people, so go easy on the crunch... and since sailors are slimy bastards, go easy on the slime... there should be plenty in-between, right?
As for PTSD, I sure as hell hope you don't ever end up with it. I've lost a few coworkers to it... I've stayed away from them all, but 3 suicides came to my attention, 3 I worked with, an other one I didn't know well, and countless accidents... I mean "accidents"... you know the kind. For some reason, it kept me up late, last night, because the three that I knew were the most cheerful people, the kind that lifts other's morale when all you want is die yourself. Un-fucking-thinkable.
As for the swinging... I'll swing by to see if you wrote, but I ain't no swinger :P
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