Abracadabra

Besides the fact that I work two shifts, I have practically shunned any form of recreation. I guess that makes me a dull boy. 6:15, I get up, take a shower, have breakfast, commute to work, work, work, work, work, snore. Now I understand what it means to be slow. Twice I have to end my day bitching about why a crazy number of words aren’t spelled phonetically. I wasn’t one of those sharp kids, to begin with.

I’ve started to wonder what all the hard work will bring me. Should I one day settle down, I will with the likes of Adriana Lima. I’ll probably need the money to spend on my Galatea. A fantasy that’s downright immature. Truth is I’m never gonna get a break from having to do some of the things I will not learn to like. I can carry this on for years until I learn to come up with more realistic goals.

Good thing I am not the type who completely believes in patterns. I may look like a risk-conscious wuss, but I don’t rule out the existence of extraterrestrials.