Eye in the sky

I really wish that I could write like this. However every time I try to think of a description that is remotely beautiful and, more importantly, appropriate, I go completely blank and my thought process becomes something like this, “Yeah, so that sunset was really beautiful. There were all these colours and it was umm…yeah well…umm…really orange.” I need help.

A couple of days ago, I was out drinking and I ran into my client. Which was kind of embarrassing given the fact that I had taken the day of saying I was sick. What’s worse though is that he now knows exactly what my legs look like. All in all, I think it’s a good time to quit.

I think patting a friend on the back while he throws up is one of the most heroic things one can do. It almost seems mandatory now for me to be around when Hero decides he’s had enough to drink.

The last one week at work is unbelievably relaxing. So far today, I played su do ku, checked everyone's blogs, checked my mail around six times and called everyone in my phone book.
When I finally quit I'm going to drive myself insane.

Oh and if I was buying a suit (which is a really expensive thing to do, by the way) I would be extremely cautious about taking pushy salesmen’s advice. Especially those who talk about the advantages of the rich grey vis-à-vis the pinstripe while wearing a bright yellow shirt with Superman on it.