The urge to blog about work is strong, but I will have to resist. An activity like that is probably calamity on a precipice. I will say this though: my life’s new phase evokes Revolutionary Road, though with loveless missteps of a different kind.
Having income is damn fine. Have not purchased much outside of menswear. I’m enjoying the dress up, with fitted shirts and bright leather oxfords abound. I am a dash and a half. Thinking about adding Lucky Strikes to my resumé of nasty habits– or wait is this actually just the new season of Mad Men talking.
Any new toy ideas? I am tempted by the PS3 price drops, but don’t I need actual leisure time to enjoy these things? Still getting through the Swiss alps photos; learning Lightroom on the fly is proving to be an involved enterprise. A stack of dusty books.
Maybe I will start a new anonymous blog about my exciting new life as a patent attorney, sprinkled in with adventures on match.com, with indie rock band album reviews as interludes. Yes, you heard me; that’s a threat. Stand back.