The Cold

Corbett | November 17, 2003 8:42 PM

This is going to be one of those, "Oh no, he's actually saying how he feels..." blogs. Fair warning.

I feel terrible. Neither the DVD, two steaks, a bowl of chicken soup, 100oz of liquid, or a shot of Nyquil can get me to sleep.

My next plan of attack will be an 8oz shot of vodka mixed with a tablespoon of dried hot red peppers, some tabasco, and a generous dash of black pepper. This Belarus Bomb has worked before in dire emergencies. This may soon become one.

I feel guilty. I'm not at work for the first time in at least 3 years.
I feel relieved. The scsi raid 0 mirror of the mail server is installed and working perfectly.
I feel exhausted. I've been nursing a deal to go through which will decide what I do for at least the next 18 months.
I feel sad. When I play my instrument, the technique, sound, phrasing is all there after 4 years off the horn, but I feel like I'm jogging on a running machine, rather than running on the beach.
I feel responsible. For supporting too many things for too many reasons.
I feel empty. I've forgotten the reason why I've been working so hard for the past 8 years.
I feel proud. That things I said would happen 4 years ago are happening now.
I feel wiser. For getting through some serious tough times.
I feel warm. My family loves me.
I feel pressured. To brush off the dust, take a big deep breath, and get things back on track.

Category: Ramble