WHERE IS MY COMPUTER?
It has been almost 6 hours. Even with lunch it should only take 2-3 hours, maximum, to to remedy the issue I took it to IMO for. I could have fixed it myself if they'd only give me the keys to the kingdom. Living life @ work without a computer makes me feel like I am slowly roasting on a bamboo spit...in hell. Most of the time it only seems like a bland, gray purgatory. Usually, I type the musings, rants, and asides with reckless abandon, but today I am haphazardly scrawling out these words of protest to nobody in particular in my warbly, horribly twisted script.
I keep whispering to the cosmos to just send me a Seoul/soul friend, already.
I scream to the clouds for the pure rains to fall and cleanse my consciousness.
I beg the universal mind for something good and true for me to hold onto.
Mostly, I get karmic crumbs and half-ass conversation that does not go anywhere meaningful; or really fun.
I am shutting off the tap soon and turning deeply inward. I cannot seem to find my willing muse and have only had random glimpses of my schpadoinkle; if however fleeting.
Maybe something, some spark will come along and turn this busted robot back on, but for now I am just going to go into hibernate mode...
My binary is a little rusty, but I think that this means peace: 10100100010111.
(Damn, yesterday was a lowly day.)
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