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The Visitor |
When Lethargy Comes A Knockin'...
...I never get to appreciate it thanks to a workload so huge an elephant could find a fold and fuck it.
I am in an absolutely dire state. My eyes have been semi closed throughout the whole day and they hurt from trying my best to keep them open long enough to focus on Microsoft Word. My body feels like a used condom. My brain has been invaded by a colony of sea monkeys who have just discovered the ancient art of beer-making. I can feel them vomiting on my creativity and making out on my medula oblongata.
I see what they mean now by working my ass off. I don't think I have much ass left. This entire past two weeks has been an excercise in keeping focus and trying my best to stay on the ball, which is a lot more difficult than it may sound when you're suffering nosebleeds, vomit sprees, toothaches and migraines.
And the fish. The fucking fish. I have a newfound hate for fish (without giving too much away on who the client is). The fish are revolting. I hate them. I hate the 10-foot arapaima's, I hate the sand tiger sharks, I hate the fucking blue starfish. I hate them all. May an oil slick encompass their entire habitat and choke the shit out of the fuckers. Damn them fish, damn them all to hell.
Milk is another biatch and a half. And alcohol. But that's more to do with the sea-monkeys in my brain. Dear God, will I survive all this? Will I be bling-blinging it in the future, looking back and saying, 'hah! how I worked so hard! Good thing, for now I am healthy and wealthy and wise!'
Or will I still be a junior copywriter on this shitty iMac, wishing that all marine life were shot on sight?
Whatever the case, I do know this: the sea-monkeys are winning, but I won't let them.
On other news, Naren has arrived on our sunny shores finally. My old room-mate, who some called Curd Mandi, for some odd reason. Or Mandingoran. Or Barvinder Singh. I shall write of him soon, after I see him, if the sea monkeys don't take over my motor functions.
I must leave now. The elephant is cumming.
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