The northlondonhippy

I’ve had the most delight­fully unpro­duc­tive day.

I’ve spent it mostly in the com­pany of sweet Mary­jane who is a pleas­ant long-term acquain­tance of mine; though recently less so.

She’s back in my life. She was missed.

I haven’t spent a day like this in quite a while. It’s been good for the mind and even bet­ter for the soul, if only I had one.

I got so much accom­plished yes­ter­day that today could be wasted; as wasted as me.

Happy days!

I’m still quite wrecked. I’m still quite high. I’m might even get higher.

I received a rather sig­nif­i­cant rejec­tion today, on one of my non-hippy related projects. Hey ho. It’s time to aban­don ship on that par­tic­u­lar endeav­our, but it is time to set sail on some­thing com­pletely new. I’m going to start some­thing else.

Well, start is a mis­nomer; I’m going to return to some­thing I haven’t touched in a long time. I think I’m finally ready. If I’m not, then I’m stuffed because I’m run­ning out of time and chances.

Is it any won­der why I’m smok­ing myself into obliv­ion today? Wouldn’t you too, if you could? Wouldn’t any­one? Wouldn’t everyone?

Wouldn’t you?

It’s not really the rejec­tion that’s got me down; I saw it com­ing. Some­where along the line I mis­cal­cu­lated whole thing and now I can’t be both­ered to try to res­cue it. I’d rather just move for­ward with some­thing else.

I don’t even know if I could sal­vage it, even if I wanted to and since I don’t, I think that’s it. I’ve just got to mop up a few loose ends and mix a few more metaphors and I’m done.

I’m bor­ing the shit out of you now. You don’t care about any of this. I can hardly muster much inter­est in it myself.

I’m going to roll another thing; you should just go about your busi­ness and move along. There’s noth­ing to see here.

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