phunky
yesterday was a bad day.
the specifics of which aren't important.
although... you know... bad days always seem to follow the same pattern. they start out disguised as an "any other day you might have" kind of day... lulling you into a false sense of security with their any-other-dayness. and there are always a few ups that mingle in with the ego bruises and second guessing and worrisome phone calls, so it's not until you're lying in bed at 2 a.m. with your eyes wide open that you realize that you've just had
one
.
bad
.
day.
but what i really hate is how a bad day sticks with you. you wake up the next morning feeling sluggish and "knot-in-your-stomach"ish. and then 2 seconds later you remember why.
and you think to yourself, "whatever. that was yesterday. i'm fine today." but then you see yourself snapping at the gas station attendant kid because your 32 cent tuesday's diet coke cost 62 cents due to new ownership. you see yourself glaring at your computer moniter at work. you see yourself rejoice in the fact that it's rainy because otherwise you would think that mother nature is mocking you.
you see yourself doing all of this.
and that's when you realize that you are in what the great poets* have described as a funk.
or maybe it's just me.
*including but not limited to the black eyed peas.**
** although they would probably call it "a phunk".
the specifics of which aren't important.
although... you know... bad days always seem to follow the same pattern. they start out disguised as an "any other day you might have" kind of day... lulling you into a false sense of security with their any-other-dayness. and there are always a few ups that mingle in with the ego bruises and second guessing and worrisome phone calls, so it's not until you're lying in bed at 2 a.m. with your eyes wide open that you realize that you've just had
one
.
bad
.
day.
but what i really hate is how a bad day sticks with you. you wake up the next morning feeling sluggish and "knot-in-your-stomach"ish. and then 2 seconds later you remember why.
and you think to yourself, "whatever. that was yesterday. i'm fine today." but then you see yourself snapping at the gas station attendant kid because your 32 cent tuesday's diet coke cost 62 cents due to new ownership. you see yourself glaring at your computer moniter at work. you see yourself rejoice in the fact that it's rainy because otherwise you would think that mother nature is mocking you.
you see yourself doing all of this.
and that's when you realize that you are in what the great poets* have described as a funk.
or maybe it's just me.
*including but not limited to the black eyed peas.**
** although they would probably call it "a phunk".
Comments
say funk the phunk and call a do-over. moody bastard that i am does it every day.
That's a bad day.
Dang.
Was it worth it ?!? Of course, I got to level 101. I have a sneeking suspicion that that game never ends. I think it was written to keep generating random levels in different colors with no story line and no boss at the end. Genius for 1985.
a phunky town?