after killing jason off and countless screaming argonauts

the time of year is fast upon us where i will be tempted to leave work early to play golf. especially now that i know i have two months to prepare for my company's golf tournament on June 4. i used to pull that shit in high school and first two years of college all the time, namely skipping out on class to play a round or hit balls. there really is a feeling of accomplishment and "good vibes" for lack of a better term when you can go out on the course and put the ball where you want 80% of the time.

such is the love-hate relationship with golf that i know i share with others. i guess that's one of the few sad things about growing older, is having to make decisions about giving up certain things you like for a number of reasons. i wish i could do all the things i ever loved all the time, but i suppose it's better to be really good at a few things than just ok at a lot of things. golf is one of those activities i'll probably always do but never be really good at like when i was 19. and i can live with that.

fucking shit there is this person in the file cabinet area behind me that is making the kind of noise like shutting file drawers and other shit that is driving me mad and there's nothing i can do about it except leave, right? i mean what choice do i really have i just have to go otherwise there will be hell to pay oh yes there will be actually probably not. if i decided not to leave then i'd just slap the earbuds in and crank up the Nancy Drews' new demo or "birdhouse in your soul" by They Might Be Giants which is probably one of the greatest songs ever written i mean it's just amazing how damn catchy it is. definitely one of the greatest melodies ever written and part of the reason is it doesn't follow your typical I-IV-V chord progression format which in this day and age is quite refreshing sometimes. ok i'm going to leave now.