no.19 or of food, coffee and sheep - 8/25/2003

After a gap of almost two weeks I find myself returning to this forum. Yes,
dear acolytes, I come back for you.

I also come back to vent. I wish people who are over the age of 30 would not
act like little children. I wish they would not indulge in petty games of
one upmanship. I wish that I could actually tell him exactly how I feel
about him. Unfortunately jobs are relatively tough to come by these days and
so I hit reality.

In other news, Clandestine is picking up momentum much like a snowball
rolling down a snow covered hill.

In still other news, last weekend was quite nice. I actually spent time with
the family and that was good. Evenings were to get hammered with friends and
listen to some music and Lester's magnificent bass.

Late night breaks from work rule. Heading to Java City and discussing
inanities with a friend over Iced Lattes really refreshes me.

My temple is ready for consecration and my acolytes number in the hundreds.
I feel that my conquest is almost ready to begin. My acolytes remind me of
sheep. Infact they are sheep. I quite like them this way.The first few
metres I had to kick and pull them screaming but now they follow me
willingly. Well, some of us are just not lucky with women so sheep will have
to do.

In some more news, this weekend promises to be different. However, since
most weekends promise to be different and remain the same, I am reminded of
an ancient saying; "the more things change, the more they remain the same."
Yes i love my cliches.

Last Saturday, I had a rather good time. Hell, I had an absolute blast. Went
to a different restaurent for dinner. Carribean food and the amount of food
I ate was quite phenomenal. The roast chicken and the fish cutlets in
particular were divine. By the time I hit the desert table, my stomach was
about to burst. Awesome awesome food. A little pricy but well worth it.