"Don't believe it, 'cause it's never happy hour again".
I think I have enjoyed about 10% of happy hours. I don't even think an hour is enough time for me to get happy. Maybe the problem is that an hour isn't enough time for me to get drunk and not sick.
Wishing for autumn to begin makes me feel old. When you're young, you just want summer to last forever. You want to savor the last burning days of August, the last days of freedom. Question marks and blanks of our own design.
Still, the damp that follows the rains that are breaking our drought makes me wistful for a slight chill, a noisy windbreaker shielding me from the world.
It's a Belle and Sebastien day in my head. Must often feel like I am dreaming of in Scotland. But then it gets too cold, we get buried in down, we want the burn again. The simple rhythmic cycle.
They can't get a court order? That's total BS. This could lead to serious abuse of power.
Aristotle [butchered and summarized]:
For any X where doing X is good, doing too much of X is bad, and doing too little of X is bad too. Aim for the golden mean.
Thanks alot 'stot. This is basically an empty statement, the hard bits come in determining what is too much and what is not enough.
I think I'll have another drink anyway.
Sometimes I feel like I have too much stuff, but I am generally bad, okay, seriously bad, at getting rid of things. I am particularly attached to my collection of spare computer and electronics cables. Paul Graham has no sympathy for me.
http://www.paulgraham.com/stuff.html
