:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 6.23.2004 ::

Spinnign my wheels, man.

Have you ever been pedaling your bike up a big fat hill, really straining to make it up quick, really fighting gravity, then suddenly there is no friction, no resistance, and the chain broke? Or maybe you were driving your car around and went to throw it into third and really floor it, only to find it slipped into neutral so your cranking it clear up to 8k rpm's and slowing down?

That's how I'm feeling right now. I spent five years busting my hump to really get ahead and now I just gotta chill for a bit. It sucks - I'd rather be swamped again. Granted, I've gotten a lot of things done that I wanted/needed to, but now I just feel like I'm waiting for everyone to catch up to me so I can go on. "C'mon people! Give me a starting date! Give me some more stuff to organize or grade! Give me a call back so I can keep working on your yard!" I guess there are comparable feelings in others, but it's really grinding on me.

So in the meantime, I apologize if there isn't much going on here at the home of Flextimer, but frankly, we're just living in a big sleepy town at the moment.

In better news, I'm bringing back the phrase "Smell ya later."

"I don't want to be like other adults because they've already died. Mean and condescending, fossilized..."
:: Freddy F. at 5:22 PM [+] ::