it's coming to take me away from this. Work tomorrow but the promise of a short Friday, and then a 3-day weekend. Saturday night at the Yanok's for poker night. It promises to be a very good night. I can sense a lampshade may be in my future. There will be BEER. It will wash away the mire of the workplace. It will restore me... it will sustain me... I need some unwind time to just...be! To avoid solving problems, being dedicated, putting others first, and just for a change think of absolutely nothing but where the next card is coming from, and when finding a lousy hand finding peace in the fact that I can grab another cold one. No, this weekend will not bear witness to my ability to play the game, or my ability to carry on a coherent conversation. This one is about forgetting. About sloughing off the muck of the job, and considering it a job, and not life.
I feel better... just knowing that a lost weekend approaches. I think the blood pressure might have even dropped a few points. I'm becoming me again. To those who gather together Saturday to play the game, I look forward to your company, toward spending time and losing ourselves to it.
"Out
here we is
stoned.
Immaculate."
Regards,
cheer_dad
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