And it is a good month. (Said in the same vein as "It is a good shrubbery".
Spent last week attempting to digest the indigestible. Spent the previous three weeks wondering about the future. Spending this week on vacation.
Yes, yours truly, camped out at home, ALL ALONE, with the dog, Grand Theft Auto 3 (GTA3) and Vice City, a brand new copy of MouseTrap (which I played with HCW™ yesterday; she won). Been reading Battle Royale as well; liked the film so much I had to read the book.
Regarding GTA3, I have been amusing myself by driving around the city running over innocent pedestrians and doing drive–by shootings, playing this for hours at a time, heading to be in the early hours of the morning. The two possible outcomes: I puke from too much violence or I become completely inured to it. My money is on the latter.
OK, now. Done Battle Royale. Quite violent in itself with graphical descriptions of heads coming apart et al (or should I say ad nauseam).Read Kagan's treatise on the US and Europe, "Of Paradise and Power". Now reading Nye's The Paradox of Power. Yum. Yum.
Had a meeting at the university yesterday to discuss roadmap for the MSc. Seems quite interesting indeed. Just need to hammer out some last details like actually getting permission from HCW™ to do the program. That's for this week I guess. A nice juicy discussion on all sorts of topics and the like.
After that, went to the MD for some more asthma medication. Figured while I was there that I would take a crack at the ADD discussion. Result: I've got me a one way ticket for a meeting with a person who can get me some skag, a Mother Superior of sorts. Screw therapy, I say. There's enough time for that later on. I want the instant gratification of that shite coursing through my veins, improving my outlook and making me more of a conversationalist among other things. More 'there', if you get my drift. Yes, this man with a plan intends to see Stan in the tan van in the next few weeks. After that, all bets are off, as like any self–respecting Olympic(*) athlete, I'll use my artificially enhanced performance to reach higher, faster and stronger. Bring it on, Swannie. 'nuff said.
*=yes, I am officially on day 2 of my boycott of this year's Olympics. Arguments about the opiate of the masses aside—though still valid—the stench of corruption, doping and other scandal have proved too strong for me. That's enough for me. Give me professional sports—where you are expected to do everything it takes to win—any time.