Today was a very bad pain day. Just raking. Worse than ever. Loaded up 5 Aleve pills and went out to dinner virtually pain free. I’m probably losing 10 years of my lifespan but that’s the dilemma. Live with daily pain longer or live shorter with no pain. You decide.
Lyric
Here to stay
Even when I’m gone
When I close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die
-Eminem, Kings Never Die
Follow up from yesterday’s post. In a meeting my boss said he wasn’t directly impacted by the downsizing. Does this mean I’m in the clear? Was he deflecting?
Lyric
So true funny how it seems
Always in time, but never in line for dreams.
Head over heels when toe to toe.
This is the sound of my soul,
This is the sound.
I bought a ticket to the world,
But now I’ve come back again.
Why do I find it hard to write the next line?
Oh I want the truth to be said.
-Spandau Ballet, True
Paranoia. Wondering if you’re going to get fired because a meeting was moved even though you’re pretty sure you knew it was going to get moved anyway due to conflicts.
Always a big fear. Even though I have never been fired, it’s disconcerting to even think like this. We’ll know Tuesday.
Lyric
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late
-Black Sabbath, Paranoid
Slept like a freaking baby last night. I think I’m starting to settle into these Aleve’s before bed and waking up like a new person. I’m sure there’ll be a price to pay later.
Lyric
Sometimes I can’t help the feeling that I’m
Living a life of illusion
And oh, why can’t we let it be
And see through the hole in this wall of confusion
I just can’t help the feeling I’m
Living a life of illusion
-Joe Walsh, Living A Life Of Illusion
#Deflategate
This is the first post I’ve written on Deflategate since I started this blog. Yesterday it reared it’s ugly head again with the Appeal Court ruling Roger has complete discretion to do as he wills, no matter what. So, if he wanted to ban someone for life, he can, according to the CBA.
There are so many things wrong here it boggles. There is not enough space to encapsulate all of it. So, I’ll just bullet point them:
For Roger:
Lyric
Don’t you love a farce? My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want, sorry my dear
But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns
Don’t bother they’re here
-Frank Sinatra, Send In The Clowns