Title-less thought

So far, 2010 has been like the day after the war. Only, it's not just a day - it's 7 whole months of cleaning up, doing damage control, writing press releases (literally), searching for signs life, looking for whatever is left to resuscitate, and just being generally disoriented. We're only half way through the year and already, it's been exhausting. But you know what they say, the best place to be is at the bottom because there's no way to go but up.

It's almost September and again I find myself hoping for a better month. August was better than July, but then again, I would imagine as with real wars, casualties are not discovered immediately, and never all at once. So this month, injuries and consequences surfaced at a menacingly sporadic pace. For most of the month I felt like Flippy, the war veteran from Happy Tree Friends. At one point, I was already starting to feel better, but again another casualty surfaced. So did my bill.

When I'm watching a really predictable (but nice) movie, like say, Yes Man, I tend to change the channel or space out when conflicts start to arise. Then I start watching again towards the end, when conflicts are commonly resolved and everyone lives happily ever after. (You can imagine how gutted I was when I saw 500 Days of Summer. What? No happy ending? Give me a break!) So right now I feel like seeing a manghuhula. You know, because I am impatient and I want to know things. But my horoscope says:

Aries should not hurry this month: many matters are worth pushing through instead of giving up, as they will turn out to be profitable already in the first part of the month. In this very period, work and relations with the colleagues will be uppermost. They tend to overshadow the private life. Aries must learn to stick to his word, because the promotion is expected. So, the Aries needs self-discipline and self-control. The relationships with the bosses must not be too friendly: any breach of distance will oust the Aries from the narrow circle.

So I won't hurry. Won't give in to panic. And especially not to the effects of dragging weekends like this one. Pardon me, I drank too much Coke Zero at Flapjacks tonight. Goodnight. Tomorrow will be better :)

Source: http://gimmesomeofthat.blogspot.com/2010/08/title-less-thought.html