Tuesday, July 05, 2005

004: SCRATCHING THE ITCH

So I'm leaving.

Simple as that.

Those three words defiantly staring back at me from the computer screen.

Why do you mock me!?!?!?

To cut a long story short, I need to clear my head a little, so I'm taking some time off - just a few days to be by myself. To reconnect. To be in a place where there are trees and grass, as opposed to steel and glass.

I've had this itch for months now, a quiet discontent that's been brewing in me like some fine irish beer.

A need to be away from my car, from my e-mail, from my mobile phone. From all the little pieces of technolgy that serve to disconnect me from the world.

I guess this has been a long time coming.

To be honest I'm looking forward to roughing it a bit, not sure where I'm going - just packing a bag and leaving.

I totally think this is gonna be like when Angel went to Tibet at the start of season three because he was grieving for Buffy when she died. And then he killed a monastery full of evil monks.

Yeah… It's totally be like that.

Except I'd be cleaning out the local Best Western* cleansing the local surf club of demon activity.
the end.


*Best Western = A chain of moderately priced, low quality hotel rooms, replete with semen stained walls and blood stained sheets.

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