another rant

That’s more like it. When you get a room with a view, and the windows actually open because they don’t need to be sealed shut for safety reasons, you know it’s for real. Finally you can sit down, rest a minute, and enjoy the fact that your next latte won’t be made from last night’s leftover espresso; or was that alcohol in the shot glass? You can never tell in the morning; the sun doesn’t even come up for another half hour, probably because it doesn’t have that much more than you do to look forward to today.
I can never fully express myself before an errant and irrelevant tangent hijacks my train of thought like some would be cowboys on a mission for the last payday they will ever need. Then it takes me ten minutes to wrestle with some ungodly metaphor that has crept up on my once pleasingly white paper now soiled with black ink banality delivered in bursts of failed wit and dry sarcasm. God damn it all. “Excuse me, miss? Yes I’d like to return this sheet of paper, it’s covered with all the great ideas you’ll never have.” But I could never say that, I stole it in the first place; and in the second place is probably someone more qualified than she is. I’d say go for third, but they ran out of cheap bronze medals yesterday.