
But plough on I must and plough on I will. Unless I decide to quit. In that case there won't be so much plowing as sitting around hating myself. But it's not like I won't have seen it coming. All I'll need to do is check my blog and read this post. Oh God. God, If you can hear me, switch of this computer, put me to bed and wake me up tomorrow confident, refreshed and newly, mysteriously endowed with the intellect of 10 Warren Buffets. It's the prayer of a servile, humble man. Who's asking, you say? That's simple. A meek, biddable, lowly and altogether manageable man who has never asked anything of you before. Neigh, who never even believed in you before. That was a joke I swear. I've listened to a lot of Martin Luther King Jnr speeches. I had them on an album and, for some odd reason, on the other side were speeches by Adolph Hitler. As you can imagine, it wasn't difficult to tell who-was-who. They spoke different languages for a start. But I digress. Please let me pass these exams. I'm tired and I don't want to study anymore. C'mon. Please? Awesome. Thanks. Amen.
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