God, I am so unmotivated today. I am not completely hung over, not at all, really – just hung over enough (or hung enough over, not sure) to have a complete absence of motivation. I've made my way though cityrag, gawker, some other blogs, the 1010wins site, some random sports crap to help me pick my brackets, a little Vice action, some CL action (NYSC is getting
worked in the MCs), the Post, and anything else I can think of to pass the time, and I have done no work at all. Well, just a little bit. Couple calls. Next I will probably do my schedule for the weekend and then walk out to the bank for a minute, as the hip-hoppers say.
Despite all the above-mentioned distractions, I have been entertaining myself mostly with the insane stink that I’m puttin’ down in the office. Man, does my office stink…you would not believe what is coming out of me arse today. If you want an idea, just do the following: tonight, drink some wine, then a full sizzo of Magic Hat #9. Try to drink about four and a half of them before you eat dinner so they have a nice head start. Then, for dinner, just sauté some red and orange peppers and a white onion along with some oil and soy sauce, and add some garlic croutons for full-on buzzardliness (or, in my case, as a replacement for the chicken you could not afford at the market). That’s it – just the veggies and croutons. Gobble that up, finish the sizzo, and just let it perk all night. Oh yeah, eat a bunch of goldfish and Christmas cookies too, both during cooking and after the meal. Return to work the following morning and let the gambling commence. It has been fun to see if I can out-disgust myself without anyone walking into my office; I’m sure it’s drifting somewhere, but I’m just not sure. Out the door? Through the cheap modular walls into Pen’s office? The assistant walked toward my office, and I thought she was coming to deliver a phone message, so I jumped up to cut her off at the door. Turns out she was just going downstairs for some lunch. Yesterday, while on the phone with some of the lunkheads at the New School, I was ripping these 3- and 4-second squeakers that were just fantastic in an onomatopoetic sense, but today’s blasts are just deadly. The worst. The stench just has richness and depth to it that doesn’t come along all that often. I wonder how the traders downstairs, who surely drink many microbrews and eat many steaks and such, manage their superstinkal flatulizations when they’re working the desk and can’t get up to hit the can.
Anyway, I had some “I’m back” post that I was going to upload but it’s saved in my Yahoo account and the nerf computers here don’t let me access the non-work email accounts. Bastards. I’ll throw it up here sometime. Maybe it’s saved in a temp file somewhere, but I think I wrote it, sent it, and promptly deleted it from my folders here. Oh well. I am of course back – it’s been a bit of a rough transition. I sometimes find myself standing on the elevator, wanting to yell out “NOW GO DO YOUR RESEARCH!!” to the people getting off on the 6th floor, or simply a Homeric “NERDS!!!!” to the cats who get off on 8. A vague sign that I’m not totally psyched to be back in the NY office. Whatever. Maybe I’ll move back to HK after I get my shit together and get myself a babymama.
Enjoy the 3-day weekend, and also lik my ballz,
Chucky
