'Friday's Infantalis'

Thoughts on teleportablity & selling my hobby:

I can’t say that it was only recently that I had this secret wish: that on the brink of turning twenty six, I am suddenly and inexplicably bestowed with the power of transitioning to various geographical locations just by willing to do so - I’d finally be able to have much more savings as I’d be cutting down on transportation costs, and heck, I would never be late for anything anymore (teleportability vs super speed, hmmmm *scratches head in thought*). I admit, the steady ‘diet’ of comics in the days of my youth have left various ideas playing in my head or head-trauma - some might call them - thoughts manifested as sometimes absurd; but mostly improbable. The hobby itself also burned a hole in my pockets, as I was instilled with the general old-school-propaganda of trading and investments (but revolving comics), at the tender age of sixteen - the drive to attain comics with variant covers and limited prints; of dream-collaborations by comic greats; of the retelling of ‘The Origin’ in their splendor et al. To this day, I have yet to clear a box full of ‘em ‘investments' - I was even successful in advertising them once in a local paper, but the trade went awry when a certain financial transaction wasn’t done in my name - so, I gave up on that idea.

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Thoughts on leaving without the laundry:

My work, like any other person’s: twists and warps the reality of the world which I live in. And just by the snap of destiny’s fingers (to whatever catchy theme destiny is listening to *shrugs*), I’m forced to adhere to a different run of things - forced events and crapassuch. Here goes the mundane explanation part: Tomorrow is a day without electricity at the office (but no one made a mention of tomorrow’s work schedule for me, till about a few hours ago), meaning that there’d be no reason for anyone to be here. But - it was originally scheduled that I’d be working a half-day, which in turn means that I came to work today with just my essentials *shakes head* - I take the laundry home, weekendly :P.

Easy then, you might say, just go back home tomorrow with whatever garbs and drabs you’ve got for the washing.

My reply: I can’t, as I have a business call to make tonight, and an urgent one at that, which due to time zone difference, can only be done during the late hours of the night / early morning. I’m going home to call, as I have a fixed line there - which in turn would enable the call to be documented in my bill, and consequently be used by me later for claim purposes.

I’d be late if I had to go back to my room in the Rat Islands, pack then get myself to the ferry - most likely missing the last bus home and not making the call at all (bear in mind: it’s almost the weekend Everywhere). And so, I am, in my mind right now, preparing to go back after work, without laundry in tow - cursing the song which destiny had snapped his fingers to, as it is in a fashion ‘my theme’ - and a crappy one it is.

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