Still Alive
Today was a very good day. I didn’t really sleep a lot last night, because today was also my first day at the new dayjob, and that’s the kind of thing that makes me restless and afflicted with the kind of nervous insomnia that means you sleep without really sleeping. I rose before seven AM for the first time in a week, shaved off the remnants of my most-unmanly-neckbeard, got dressed in an outfit that did not involve ties or dress pants, then caught an early train into the Cultural Precinct on the Brisbane River. I arrived far earlier than I needed to, so I stopped at the cafe beneath the State Library and drank coffee while reading and idling away the spare half-hour. All in all, this proved to be a remarkably pleasant and civilized way to start the working day. Then, around nine o’clock, I went and started work (I’m still struggling with that, really. Having a good
