Recently at work I was searching through old notebooks for notes I had taken on something a while back. I KNEW I had written notes on how to do this, I just didn’t know which notebook.
Anyhow, while searching I found two things. One, a dramatic poem:
your liquid logic
spreads sugary lies
that I imbibe
and oh I’ll feel sick
but not now
pass me another please
And two, a delightful quote I recorded from a co-worker who approached life with a sort of neutral pessimism. I know you can’t hear my thoughts, but when I read this quote I can hear his Arkansas accent lazily acknowledging each word,
“we’re always screwed, man, that’s our state of being.”
And, I have to brag, I eventually found the notes I was looking for. They were from May 2011.