Winding Down At 3:50 a.m.
I’m amazed occasionally by what I can do when I set out to accomplish a goal–or when I have no choice other than to do so.
I don’t believe I’d ever previously worked as hard as I have for the past three weeks. I haven’t had a day off since just before Kansas beat the junior community college of north carolina. There’ve been days and nights recently where I’d look at the time and think to myself, ‘Wow, dude … you’ve been at this for a while.’ But after grabbing a Snapple and something to munch on, I’d get right back to it.
It seems that 99 percent of my work on the project that had become my live-in girlfriend is complete. Tomorrow night I’ll be flying out of town to get started on another project, one that may eventually become as labour intensive as the one I’ve just about wrapped up. For now, though, I’ve achieved success. I rock.
There was a time when I’d have complained bitterly about all that I had on my plate, but I realise now just how ungrateful it would be to feel sorry for myself because I had ‘too much’ work to do. As I’ve said before, the economy is as hard now as it’s been since I’ve been old enough to care, so though I may whinge here and there about being tired, I can’t bring myself to feel anything other than thankful ultimately to have work that keeps me busy. There are many people who’d like to have such a ‘problem,’ and to be sure, I was such a person for quite a while.
I feel as though I’ve just returned from a place where there’s no television or Internet access. I’m not quite sure about what’s going on in the world except that Kobe Bryant and the Lakers swept the Nuggets. It amazes me that there are still people who can’t seem to fix their lips to acknowledge the obvious: Kobe Bryant is arguably the best offensive player in the history of the league. I know I’m going to lose some people here, but Kobe is better than Michael Jordan. He always has been. No, I’m dead ass right now. And now that he has capable players around him, the Lakers are a legitimate threat to win it all this year.
Meanwhile, Shaquille O’Neal is where, exactly? Exactly. To all those who swore that Kobe was the problem and Shaq was the victim, I’d love to hear from you now.
I’m going to get back in the mix shortly but I wanted to at least let folks know that any rumours of my demise were greatly exaggerated.
Before I go, WTF is up with Jeremiah Wright? 
Is it me or is he going out of his way to sabotage Obama? In a million years it would never have occurred to me that Obama’s ship might be sunk by a member of his race and gender.
Another thing I feel moved to hold forth about is being leery of people who identify themselves as ghetto.
Coming soon, my dears and good men.