Killswitch
FH is my second home
- Joined
- Jan 29, 2004
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I was old, fat, bald, friendless, talentless and penniless with zero prospects, few possessions and crippling debt. I found myself mired in a stressful and frustrating job with few rewards and large responsibilities. I was laying in a cheap bed in a cheap flat in a cheap town with cheap windows covered by cheap curtains overlooking my cheap car in its not-so-cheap parking space.
Tonight I shall venture to the local Grammar school to be bested on the badminton courts by a procession of overweight middle-aged men and then it's back to work until Friday, where I shall have rings run around me on the local all-weather pitch at the local council facility where once again, the travesty that is "Friday Football" will leave me both goalless, breathless and bloody irritated at my incredible proficiency in the art of the mediocre.
Even being a notably abject World of Warcraft denizen has lost its appeal...sitting around my front room doing nothing compares pretty favourably to paying a monthly fee to sit around Dalaran doing nothing (and I have a TV in my front room).
I am adrift on a becalmed sea without oar, rudder or sail. I am lost in the dark, bereft of hope or inspiration. All human emotion seems gone from me and my heart pumps only blood, not life, through empty veins. There is a light at the end of this desolate tunnel of existence, but it hovers always out of reach. teasing and tormenting and I have no means by which to bring it withing my grasp.
It seems to me that the internet, thinking too much and slow days at work are a bad combination...
Tonight I shall venture to the local Grammar school to be bested on the badminton courts by a procession of overweight middle-aged men and then it's back to work until Friday, where I shall have rings run around me on the local all-weather pitch at the local council facility where once again, the travesty that is "Friday Football" will leave me both goalless, breathless and bloody irritated at my incredible proficiency in the art of the mediocre.
Even being a notably abject World of Warcraft denizen has lost its appeal...sitting around my front room doing nothing compares pretty favourably to paying a monthly fee to sit around Dalaran doing nothing (and I have a TV in my front room).
I am adrift on a becalmed sea without oar, rudder or sail. I am lost in the dark, bereft of hope or inspiration. All human emotion seems gone from me and my heart pumps only blood, not life, through empty veins. There is a light at the end of this desolate tunnel of existence, but it hovers always out of reach. teasing and tormenting and I have no means by which to bring it withing my grasp.
It seems to me that the internet, thinking too much and slow days at work are a bad combination...