Maybe it's all that's (not) going on. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's everything.
I've been dreaming a lot again lately.
Some wild wild dreams, others sort of normal but sort of nice. It's been strange. Everything is getting blurry again.
Work has been...ok. Nothing spectacular but I'm finally holding my own after three years of constantly feeling like I was drowning. I've always been able to point towards the numbers, point towards the facts, and say that was how I knew I was doing well. But there was always some way for the old man to discourage that. Within the next few weeks I will have cleared up the majority of the financial problems he left me, we'll set a new high watermark for liquid assets in the company, and we'll have a better idea if the projections I've made for next year are going to come through or not...if they do it will be our best year ever. There's still a lot wrong, still a lot I have to do, but for the first time I won't have to craft a fantastic argument about anything I've done. I can just say, "Here's a million dollars. Now leave me alone." Ha, that's sort of nice when you think about it. Of course he's smart enough to know that he's lost this argument and he's already started in on a new one about the future of the company. I somehow think that screaming, "When is enough enough?" Isn't going to persuade him.
I got my Marek Malik game used stick on Monday. And I know nobody gives a shit about Marek Malik but it was the stick used to score the last home goal of the 2007 regular season. A day later I was able to acquire the jersey he was wearing when he scored the goal so it makes a nice little set. I also will be acquiring three autographed Henrik Lundqvist Jersey's, a Lundqvist puck, a Eddie Giacomin puck and picture. And a few other random things including the lineup card from the final game of the Rangers sweep of the Thrashers last month, their first playoff series victory in over ten years. Big things for that team next year...guaranteed.
Tim is in London this week, a place I've always wanted to go but have never been able to make it to. He knows this and of course will rub it in my face as soon as he gets back. I won't let it bother me though, someday I'll get there. And if not...well, it is what it is.
The two hour season finale of Lost the other night was one of my favorite tv episodes ever. Heroes finale on Monday was good, but not as good as the rest of the season. Lost was the opposite. While I wasn't as harsh on it as others were this year, it was clear that the season finale was f'ing superb. And how hot did Evangeline Lilly look in the flash-forward? We really need to get this girl on a series where she's not stuck on a deserted island so she could dress up a little on a regular basis. Ha, hey, that was almost straight of me.
I stayed up all night last night and went to see the new Pirates of the Carribean movie. Spider-Man 3 was a big let down, this was not. It rocked. And not just because Keira Knightley is f'ing gorgeous, but because it was actually a good movie.
I don't know guys, I'm not saying things are going great, or that things are looking up. I'm just saying I had a good week after what, despite my best efforts, was a bad week last week.
I'm still all fucked up...but it could be worse.
Right?
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