It is now one forty-nine, which is quite the coincidence. since the original was written over a year ago. I am not a person of discipline or habit. I make it up as I go along. But still, I am drunk again, and I did have the best job in the world.

When I was working in cubicle hell I also was working as a stagehand. With a couple of distractions as a stage manager, artist handler, runner and more odd jobs like that. It was a, for lack of a better word, glorious time in my life.

I finally made it out of the cubicle, fortunately. It landed me in a world of shit, and culminated in moving to another country, but that’s a whole different story.

Maybe a story I should write when I’m sober