Like leavened dough layest thou

"Wyak" is about the best word there is to describe that morbidly reflective state I tend to go into right after my birthday.
This, when I can quite simply take the red pill and go on with the flow....not stopping to think about my 'accomplishments' in life and how ridiculously few and far between they've been.

That that will ALWAYS come back and kick me in the butt is but Zen.
If not, that sentence will immedietely make me think again.

So, to avoid all such hara-kiri, I've decided to embrace Carpe Diem.
I might also graduate on to Carpe Mañana which is Spanish for 'seize tomorrow' as opposed to 'seize the day'.
As unprecedented as it is, this sort of future orientation might just serve me better in this alarmingly changing world. Haha, genius no?

Yes, no list of depressing excuses for harping about my potential non-existence this time round!
Singer once said:
"We have to believe in freewill. We've got no other choice."

Rush have gone and compounded that with:
"I will choose a path much clear, I will choose Freewill."

I think I've decided to take their word for it!

I'd like to believe my birthday was fun. The money I had could've bought me any of the following:

a. A good pair of shoes
b. A Signature acoustic guitar
c. An annual membership at the best library in town
d. A truckload of pirated music
e. A Yezdi rear-wheel and a Shogun handle for Angie

That I went for choice 'a' sums up the anticlimax thats my life.
Waddaya know, I did it again...faargh!

No peace,
Mr. Broke Bond, the Realist.

P.S: The name might just succeed in putting off people from asking me to 'treat' them.