The best gesture of my brain is now less than just about anything
It's not a fluttering eyelid so much as it is a rapid blink of incomprehension. There's been a whole lot of incomprehension as of late... but I have just been informed by my closest and longest standing friends that my mental capacity has been reduced to 3% since moving to Tofino. They had originally given me 5%... but I lost another 2% when I used a double negative and an incorrect verb and that verb with incorrect tense, aspect, and mode. Another friend called me this morning, and put me at 4% of full capacity. The extra percent was for recognising that I am suffering.
I will have to decide quite soon what to do about the job thing. Any input?
Shall I return to my Herman Miller (which was brand new as of April last year, and, I've been informed, has been sitting empty since July) or shall I continue to get slapped around like a two year old in a third world orphanage? Or maybe I should start a cleaning business on top of this B&B thing? It's far less demoralizing to clean other people's toilets... and pays more.
If the world is going to end soon, and we're on the last bit of the ride, it's probably more important to have clean toilets than to try to create a semblance of law and order... so I guess that's the way I'm leaning. Though I must say, the Herman Miller was a excellent chair... and the whole social responsibility thing does eat at my conscience... and but if you take that and apply the think global act local thing to it... it takes me right back to the third world orphanage.
The Oracle of Gary's kitchen said I'll have an important decision to make next month... and I guess I'm asking for opinions?
"S'il veut vous demander conseil, c'est qu'il a déjà choisi la réponse." J-P S. Mais qu'est-ce que j'ai déjà choisi?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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