Death by Work

I have been working for at least fourteen hours a day, every single day, since the 28th of May. It is killing me. Not because it is hard work, but because it does not easily allow me to write, listen to music, paint, speak to my friends, write letters to them, muse, think or do anything else human beings are supposed to do. But, I, being me, have managed to find a way to survive. Adrenaline is a wonderful fuel. It is so powerful and non-discriminating of the uses it is put to, I am surprised we do not have automobiles that run on it. I am living on the edge. The risks I am taking at work are insane. If I can pull it off I will remain on the edge, else I will remain on the edge! Surprised? It is the post modern existence darling. Remember Chaos Theory? (If you dont, dont look it up on the internet, read Chricton's Jurassic Park/ Lost World, its more fun that way. Just like on the Net, one cannot decipher the difference between fact and fiction)

Let me tell you about my day thus far. I had brunch with friends from AF. I didnt even dream that they would be such a fun bunch! Half way through, PoleStar asked if he could see me. I said yes. He joined us. We held hands through lunch and the AF gang thinks I am a slut. Even more so becuase he isnt exactly handsome. But I dont care. He is my Quasimodo and I am not stupid like Esmeralda. I know for a fact, that it would have been completely acceptable if he had been one of my handsome toys. After the audience left, we stayed on. I have no clue what happened after that. I went into drift mode. My mind is more potent than any abusable substance. Believe me. And, in order to give your mind some excerise, I think you can imagine the rest.

I am expected to watch a movie with Dialectic*. I wish the company was better. Hegel would be proud to explain my relationship with Dialectic, it is that complex!

*Dialectic is the man I speak about in Strength/Weakness (April 13, 2006 Thursday)