numbers

Between my friend with me here & I, we have three cigarettes. While not wholly discouraging, this, considering that, thirty-seven cigarettes shy of two full packs aside, we are perhaps reaching the azimuth of spring’s quick flight into summer, & that I’m slowly exhausting a thirteen dollar bottle of red wine & that tomorrow will be that last day in an heinous stretch of working every single effing day, a stretch that most immediately could be physically inferred by ex-ing off each & every box on a calender page flipped to the month of March, so’s I mean literally thirty-one days straight working every single day, but truthfully the number of said stretch would be more accurately represented by taking the factorial of 6 & then dividing that by the number of cigarettes which I & my friend have right now, but that considering tomorrow will be the last day of this awful, awful stretch of working a ‘hole bunch & that then tomorrow’s tomorrow will be my first day off in a really long time, it is, this lack of cigarettes that is, a most unpleasant & unwelcome ingredient to this otherwise tasteful cocktail.

I just finished my first large project at my new job. It is this new job that affords me the luxury of taking days off & still the paying the bills congruently. It is this first large project that will decide if come May thirty-first two thousand seven, the same May thirty-first that will be my twenty-sixth birthday & also when the contract for the position I took is up for renewal, I will still be taking days off & paying bills at the same time. Yesterday, I worked fourteen hours sitting in an uncomfortable chair surrounded by a horse-shoe desk working on the final touches. Yesterday when I got to work in the morning I believed I had seven days to work on the final touches. Yesterday at nine twenty in the morning I was told that the fellas that be wanted the final touches in twenty-four hours time. Yesterday at nine twenty-one all I could think was ‘eff’.

I did a count after I was finished. In the past week I have written nearly four thousand lines of code. The Safety & Environmental Metrics Dashboard is finished. At least the beta version zero point three is finished, which is all that the powers that be were looking for.

& now I have three cigarettes, seven hundred fifty milliliters sans two glasses of red wine & only twenty-four hours to go before a weekend. a very well-deserved weekend.

I will be drunk.