The best of them too

Game 7.  Elimination.  And almost disaster for you, my man.  Survival is key.  Whatever it takes.  Hard to remember, and just as hard to forget, the feeling of that cold sea-water green - funny that this is the first hit that the google throughout the world comes up with: http://allthatends.blogspot.ca/2006/07/sea-water-green.html.  Immersion in the depths of infinity and the like.  Can still taste that polluted water, despite the lengthy warming bath last night.  Shirt ruined by a bloody ear as well.  A most strange night, all told.  So nice to look out and see the sky this afternoon.  As a lone boat tacks into the wind in front of you.

Partly, perhaps, it was the shame and regret and misery of missing out on the Antiguan flight, and partly the sheer ridiculousness of a full-on Tuesday night drunk that was only going to end in oblivion and even that taken to extremes.  Thanks to Apple Care Plus, the damage is limited, and maybe never known to a soul other than whoever rewatches the webcam.  Vague recollections of being politely escorted out of the Alehouse, and no doubt denied entry to other locales.  The Guinness far too lovely, and the desparation too apparent as well, I am sure.  Always the same.  But the fear of not actually being able to get out of that predicament was something new, wasn't it? 

You should be over the Caribbean sea now, getting ready for landing, and yet here in the office instead.  Nursing the many bruises and plotting a ridiculous yellow-ribboned trip to Wemberly.  Such is life, I suppose, as a student once wrote in an Energy law paper all those many days (and maybe now years) ago. 

How you managed to not lose keys or wallet or otherwise, and even drive home across the bridge, remains a mystery.  And it seems all is well, but for the ridiculous statement of claim task before you now.  And the reply brief.  And the moving of the boat to its permanent location.  And the visit to the "genius" bar.  And the and the and the.  Oh my McMahon.  I really really wonder how this is going to end at this rate.  But a change, at least, has to come.