Long weekend in New York, and all I returned with was an empty stomach, a crick in my neck, and a blessed sense of release. The empty stomach because I skipped breakfast before my interview, lost the time for lunch somewhere around Times Square, haha, get it?; the crick in my neck for I spent the entire weekend walking around, looking up, and consequently running into people; and the blessed sense of release... for events are now, blessedly, beyond my control. The job teaching English in Japan can take me or no, and I can stop agonizing over whether I should try for it or no. 'Course, tomorrow, should the reply be favourable, I'll then enter into a long, dark week of deciding or convincing myself that it's the right thing to do. Is it? Damn. Give me a one track mind, and to hell with decisions. They only serve to complicate things. Fuck being capable of analytical thought. If that's all humans have then we got screwed. Ahem.
I lied earlier. I returned from New York with some ridiculously fun memories as well. And some new friends, plus old friends in new places. Saw Monty Python's Spamalot on Broadway, interviewed in the Empire State Building, and watched a lightning storm below me as I flew home. And those... can only be good things. Right? Just say yes. I mean, you know what those Monty Python boys always say...
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!
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