Another birthday come and gone.  I somewhat remember the night of

debauchery.  I managed to loose my tongue bar during the night, I think at

the Empire Tap Room, but I really have no idea how it happened.  I'm not

going to bother replacing it, since it'd cost so much, and I've been told

I look like a cow chewing his cud when I play with it.  

Speaking of things I lost, I lost my computer monitor when I spilled water

on it and completely fried it.  Quite a way to start a birthday.  



So I'm working now, out in the real world.  Our company is expanding,

moving to new offices soon, hiring a CEO and CFO and all that jazz.

Probably go public within a year.  





yeah i'm working
making money
i'm just starting
to build a name
i can feel it
'round the corner
i could make it
any day




We're getting more serious now at work.  People in suits coming around to

visit, everyone worried about impressing the money.  "When well dressed

people are here, look busy or go home."  Quote from Swimming with Sharks

stuck in my head:  "If you're not a rebel by 20, you've got no heart, but

if you haven't turned establishment by 30, you've got no brain."

Is that true?  Is this what turning establishment means?  Giving up my

soul, my free time, my life, so that I can make money and keep living?  

Because that sucks.  



Why am I so picky?  Why does it take so much to satisfy me, if it's even

possible?  Why am I never happy with what I have?  What do I want?

Whatever it is, I sure ain't findin' it.  These days, I don't feel like I

even have time to look.  I have time to work and sleep.  Every time I've

gone and done something fun / social, it's thrown my schedule off, made me

late for work, something bad.  I know it's only been like 2 weeks and I'm

already freaking out, even though I love it there, but . . . well, shit,

do I want anything out of life other than to sleep?

not that I have much time for that anymore