Patience patience patience
It’s a good thing I don’t own a time machine. I’d be a menace. Patience may be a virtue, but, like a love for all things retarded, it is not a virtue I possess. A friend of mine had been sick as a dog for weeks (despite being told that she’s “healthy as a horse”) and she is suffering through it with grace. I sniffle and I can’t wait for it to be over. At the end of the month, I’ll be blowing my paycheque on a new digital SLR, a new 1TB external hard drive, and new headphones for my iPod. This, however, is better than the suit of armour I was originally considering. I want them now.
Two months from now I’ll be flying to Toronto to see my sister and visit the Dead Sea Scrolls and King Tut exhibits. I’ll also be attending a taping of The Hour, and visiting with an old friend in Mississauga. It needs to be November 28 tomorrow.
Linear existence sucks. And I am seriously considering pouting until I have Anthony Bourdain’s job.
This entry was posted on September 21, 2009 by Baron S. Cameron. It was filed under Straight from The Bear's loud mouth (insane ramblings disguised as social commentary) and was tagged with Baron S. Cameron, British Columbia, Canada, contrarian, loud mouth, loudmouth bear, vancouver, writing.