Last weekend was the best overall weekend I’ve had since I returned to Austin. But it wasn’t long after that blissful weekend that the universe conspired to balance my life.
On Monday morning I awoke with, oh maybe not a bounce in my step, but at the very least, a rosy glow in my cheeks, part red-wine, part renewed optimism. But by Monday afternoon I had endured one of the most soul destroying working days of recent memory. I have never been told “your stupid” so diplomatically - it was fairly impressive. Without going into detail, let’s just say that my team “got served” by our client.
It happens.
And by Monday evening, I was on my bike, fleeing the scene, listening to “Mad World”, feeling once again generally awful about being in this place…
All around me are familiar faces… Worn out places… Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races… Going no where… Going no where
Like most gutters, this one wasn’t as bad as it seemed, and I’m about 95% recovered. But it’s hard to dig through my memory, back through a week I’d rather forget, and backwards to the perfection that surrounded me just one week ago.
Joe from Chicago came to town on Thursday night. I took Friday off for the occasion. What followed was a lot of new stuff, and the flood of dopamine tickled my sensory receptors not unpleasantly.
Check out the pictures on Flickr.
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
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