My daily routine has resumed, whether I like it or not. The alarm goes of at seven. I putter around the apartment for a while, shower, and then head off to work.
On the job, I try to stay diligent enough to get my projects done on time and not make any boneheaded mistakes. The latter is especially important since any major screw ups with what I’ve been working on lately will lose the company a lot of money and earn me a stern talking to.
At the end of the day, usually a little after six, I head over to the Argus. I spend the next couple of hours drinking whiskey and enjoying the company of other alcoholics. When I figured I’ve had enough (drunk enough to dull today’s pain but not enough to cause any tomorrow), I go home. There I log into a chatroom and subject others to bad puns and puerile innuendo until it is time to go to bed.
Every day, it’s pretty much the same story. This is the rut I escaped when I went on vacation and the one I returned to when I got back.
Well, things aren’t exactly the same. There are memories from Hawaii bouncing around in my head, some of them worth sharing. For my blog entries tomorrow and Friday, that’s exactly what I intend to do.
For now, I need to get back to work, drink, and stupidity. Carpe diem indeed.