What would you do if someone just gave you $1 million?
In a flippant response, I initially typed, “QUIT.”
No, actually, I probably wouldn’t.
I like what I’m doing too much, even after the eleven hour shift on Saturday, and hair-ripping frustration with a project today. My eyes are swimming, and my shoulders hurt.
But I like it.
This is a good situation for me, far better than the shit I’ve dealt with for the past five-plus years.
Maybe the migration away from that endless streak of bullshit is the reason I’m in such a positive mood? Maybe it’s also why I have zero desire to visit Norfolk. Things turned sour so radically that I wonder if they could ever be okay there, again. I know my wife wants to go back, and I understand why. I hope she understands why I can’t find the smallest motivation to.
I Don't Care
Like Jay Cutler.
What else is there to write about? I’m not really sure. The Saints laid a serious beatdown on the Iggles yesterday afternoon. Alex Smith with the compound fracture in this leg; ick. Or seeing the Not-Don’t-Care Bears beat up on the Vikings.
I really still hate the 3-4, but that was a good game last night.
Tonight’s the Chiefs at the Rams. Could be fun.
If I can stay up.