Week of the Headache

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Last week the optician called to say he LOST (???) my glasses, that same
day my cellphone died. Then last tuesday our band band split up, yesterday I
broke a key inside a lock, today I got booked for cycling on the sidewalk (30!
euros fine), but the most bizarre day was last wednesday when my father and
me ate a paper sandwich.
I asked him to help me out filing a pile of papers, (unpayed) bills, letters, tax
mail and moreofthesames. I had a pile of junk the size of myself going on my
file cabinet, so I thought it usefull to finally get organisized like Travis Bickle.
It turned out I’m in some kind of mess (as I had suspected), but I wouldn’t be
a capricorn if I wouldn’t somehow turn this crap around and make it work for
me dammit.
And finally it seems that it did. This shit had happened to me before. Not once,
not even twice, but a great couple of times, I guess. Then it hit me: Sleep early
and stop investing in local bars ’n stuff just might help. I went to all authorities
where I had managed to screw up relations with, made early appointments,
quit the mary jane, had my bike fixed and found some angels to help out not
just for moral support, but practical also. So I’m climbin’ up that mountain
people, even if it feels pointless. In a few weeks from now I’ll tell y’all if it
worked or at least how it’s going.
Meanwhile if you’ve got some nice graphics to be designed, hesitate not and
give me a call! I’m pretty close to getting an extra night job.

Quote du Jour:
(When listening to my old roommate Marien’s favourite album of that time
‘Surf’s Up’ by the Beach Boys, I came across this beauty:)

Take good care of your feet, Pete
You better watch out what you eat, Pete
Better take care of your life
’Cause nobody else will
They’ll twinkle when you fall in love
And put you there when you jump up above
When you’re on the spot, get them right under you
One, then the other too

(From: Take A Load Off Your Feet / Alan Jardine, Gary Winfrey)
(drawing taken from Kafka’s Der Prozess, illustrator unknown
– tho it could be Ben Shahn)

5 Comments

  1. miek
    Posted March 18, 2006 at 6:17 pm | Permalink

    bij mij rekenden ze 25 euro voor hetzelfde vergrijp.
    binnen een week nog een prent voor 75 omdat de poppetjes al op groen stonden maar het autolicht nog niet. dat schijnt een verkeersregel te zijn die niemand kent.
    willekeur, ik zeg het je.

  2. eelko Ferwerda
    Posted March 20, 2006 at 10:01 am | Permalink

    goed gozer,

    i am your biggest fan.

    …en nou die verdomde lente nog.

  3. anouk
    Posted March 20, 2006 at 5:02 pm | Permalink

    Lachen terwijl een bonnetje wordt uitgeschreven, onder het mom; ‘dit is een geintje’, is plotsklaps (zoals oma het zou verwoorden)twintig euro erbij…
    Agent in uniform beledigen, waar twee vrouwelijke collega’s bijstaan, niet te vergeten.

    Ik zeg maar een ding: Doek opspannen??

    xa

  4. vos b.
    Posted March 21, 2006 at 12:22 am | Permalink

    @anouk: zolang je maar geen accu-tol gebruikt om het zaakje op te hangen…

  5. anouk
    Posted March 21, 2006 at 9:46 am | Permalink

    ouderwets: klauwhamer en een flinke spijker.

    Meisje uit de provincie