The good thing about bureaucracy is that every once in awhile it's failings serve as a benefit to you. I biked all the way to work to find out that students weren't in school today. Someone had apparently forgotten to tell me. But seeing as that I'm working on about four hours sleep, have two lectures to deliver tomorrow after getting up at the crack of dawn to make it all the way out to South Jersey, a free afternoon was just what I needed to put the finishing touches on things. Then the panel that I was supposed to appear on tonight got cancelled as well. That gives me a good six hours to handle all of my business and then cruise into the evening. I'm a very happy boy.
They say that everything happens for a reason. Sometimes you have to make the wrong decisions for the right thing to enter your life. Hell, my parents' divorce directly resulted in the inciting incident that brought about my writing career. Me taking a job that I would shortly after be fired from led to my first book deal. Getting fucked over by a friend turned lover resulted in proof that the faith I'd chosen to be a part of was no joke. Though I do grip occasionally I would never change anything I did. Because it's all interrelated. It all has a design. And God was smart enough to make the chain of events so long that no set of human eyes or technology could ever get wise to the real game. No matter how hard we try the things that need to go down will do so.
Even though the skies are gray the weather is warm. Moving my bed closer to the outer windows created a better breeze and opened up the room. If happiness is best found in moments. This is a choice one, a shooting star in a clear night sky that goes on forever, beauty in a flash backed by dreams of fucking the rhythm and hues of experience. Three days left on the force. Out.
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