Daylight... I must wait for the sunrise...
I am up awfully late. Dang awful late. I got up at 8am this morning to go to a breakfast meeting only to realise once I got there it was actually next Saturday. It is normally every second Saturday of the month and as this month the second Saturday occurs at the latest date possible, I naturally got things mixed up. Well that is my excuse and I am sticking to it. Heh.
So I dragged my weary sleep deprived body home and went straight back to bed (it is a Saturday, I am not going to be up if I don't have to). Then I promptly went to sleep. And I promptly woke up at 6:00 PM.
Aye curumba!
Talk about wasting a day. I'd figure that at worst I would sleep until 1:00 PM.
Well (alot of) sleep has helped dull the anger I was feeling yesterday. I was so ready for out-right revenge, only a few pegs sort of postal. But today I finally realise the meaning of the saying "revenge is a dish best served cold". 'Cold' I now know has nothing to do with temperature of refridgeration, but hard, logical calculation and well thought out ideas.
Actually that sounds rather menacing. Heck, I properly will do nothing more then complain to (the correct) people. But I can have my moments of grand illusions thinking I will do somethign on the level of a melodramatic soap-opera. Heck I want my damn melodramatic soap-opera. I earnt it!
Plus I have been listening to "Into The Woods" non-stop. Stephen Sondheim is a God. Odd though since my music taste tends to be pretty hard-core (think Punk/alt-Rock with some 80s guitar rifts thrown in), but that upbeat, funny, hilarious broadway soundtrack is definately a good thing to perked me up. Heck I am feeling perkier at the moment then Pamela Anderson after a cold shower.
So I dragged my weary sleep deprived body home and went straight back to bed (it is a Saturday, I am not going to be up if I don't have to). Then I promptly went to sleep. And I promptly woke up at 6:00 PM.
Aye curumba!
Talk about wasting a day. I'd figure that at worst I would sleep until 1:00 PM.
Well (alot of) sleep has helped dull the anger I was feeling yesterday. I was so ready for out-right revenge, only a few pegs sort of postal. But today I finally realise the meaning of the saying "revenge is a dish best served cold". 'Cold' I now know has nothing to do with temperature of refridgeration, but hard, logical calculation and well thought out ideas.
Actually that sounds rather menacing. Heck, I properly will do nothing more then complain to (the correct) people. But I can have my moments of grand illusions thinking I will do somethign on the level of a melodramatic soap-opera. Heck I want my damn melodramatic soap-opera. I earnt it!
Plus I have been listening to "Into The Woods" non-stop. Stephen Sondheim is a God. Odd though since my music taste tends to be pretty hard-core (think Punk/alt-Rock with some 80s guitar rifts thrown in), but that upbeat, funny, hilarious broadway soundtrack is definately a good thing to perked me up. Heck I am feeling perkier at the moment then Pamela Anderson after a cold shower.
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