Want project. A ridiculously pretentious name for a weeklong road trip, but to give me something to work towards I felt I should have to name it something. After all, if there’s anything that I’ve learnt from watching the news it’s that buzz-words ('talking points' as the kids call them these days) are needed to keep the peons focused. However, when the time came for nomenclature I was sadly, dreadfully, uninspired.
The whole thing came about one morning as I ostensibly performed my mind numbing engineering duties. I was shocked by how tired I seemed to be despite drinking copious amounts of coffeine. It occurred to me that I had entered a cycle of sedation and stimulation. Working all day to feed my many money draining desires and working at home to (for lack of a precise term) better myself had necessitated a regimen of coffee in the morning to stay lucid and booze and/or sleeping pills at night to pass out. It was taking a brutal toll.
It was evident at this point that a drive down the coast was necessary for medical reasons. But the search for sunshine and coconut milk seemed a less than auspicious aim for what would likely be my last free week in the United States.
...OMG MORE PENDING!!!!
[Writer's note: In fact there is nothing more, as I am too inept to realise my ideas. I went on a road trip. I wrote a travelogue.
Deal with it.]