Thinking maybe I ought to tone it down this week. I had a lot of FuckYous! posted last Friday, guess I had a lot of pent up agression that needed to be released but in the end it was me that pretty much got fucked - and not in a good way...
FuckYou! Friday this week goes to me, cuz I got it coming.
Fuck me for working so damn much.
Fuck me for trying to do everything myself.
Fuck me for not cutting myself some slack every once in a while.
and last but not least...
FUCK ME for nearly killing me.
It's been a helluva week for the Pirate. Trying to relax, trying to take it easy, trying... but not really doing it. I've been to the office everyday this week, am here now... Working slowly, but still working. Not the hours I have been but shit if it doesn't get done, it'll still be here for me to do and then it'll be late too.
Been a week of reflection, quiet and otherwise. There's been shouting and screaming and some soft gentle conversations. There's been some decisions about what's important and what's not, what really matters and what doesn't; the Pirate has to reduce his stress. pffft. More decisions, more stress. It'll never go away, will it?
I've always been one to say, "Ya know, if I can't each steaks and cheeseburgers and fries and chicken wings and drink and smoke and carry on what the hell am I living for?" Guessing that maybe my philosophy will be changing; maybe not by choice, but since I choose to stick around it'll be changing none the less.
I don't play with some of y'all when you do the count, but I gotta tell ya, I've been counting this week. And that definitely includes my blogger pals, thanks for the words of support (including those of you that have threatened to come down here and kick my ass if I don't listen to the doc)
Hope everybody has a great fucking weekend!