{"id":650,"date":"2004-12-11T20:38:00","date_gmt":"2004-12-11T20:38:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/bologs\/vng\/tough\/"},"modified":"2004-12-11T20:38:00","modified_gmt":"2004-12-11T20:38:00","slug":"tough","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/tough\/","title":{"rendered":"Tough"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s been tough recently. The <a href=\"http:\/\/www.fatsquirrel.org\/veghead\/pics\/ball2004\/\" target=\"_new\">Gsmiths<\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.fatsquirrel.org\/veghead\/pics\/20041207lrc\/\" target=\"_new\">party<\/a> season notwithstanding. In the past few days I have be 0wned by Gsmiths for every hour of the day, with the exception of a couple of stolen hours in a bar at some point during the day. Even sleep doesn&#8217;t spare me. The &#8220;research project&#8221; into which I have fully become esconed doesn&#8217;t leave me for a second. Work, debt and an impending sense of doom have marred every aspect of my waking life.<br \/>\nBut, despite what you might think, I&#8217;m feeling ok at the moment. Maybe some sort of end-of-the-road type relief, maybe a moment of clarity, maybe a moment of realisation that the 1.5L of red wine, that we bought with our Nectar points, has mysteriously fucked off. Who can tell ?<br \/>\nWell &#8211; the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.fatsquirrel.org\/veghead\/pics\/20041207lrc\/\" target=\"_new\">LRC christmas pissup<\/a> and the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.fatsquirrel.org\/veghead\/pics\/ball2004\/\" target=\"_new\">Gsmiths Ball<\/a> have now passed, and jolly good fun they were too, except for:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>The stupid amount of self-destructive drink consumed<\/li>\n<li>The near fight with someone whom I would have described as a close friend&#8230;until it became obvious he was nearly all the way to becoming a total tit<\/li>\n<li>The jaded feeling of ennui that comes about from experiencing that same-old-shit-for-another-year feeling<\/li>\n<li>The fear of moving house again<\/li>\n<li>The fear that by the time my Visa appliction reaches the US embassy the US will be yet another fascist state.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>But, on the good side<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>There are lots of work colleagues I&#8217;m really feeling close to<\/li>\n<li>My &#8220;old&#8221; friends I really miss and look forward to seeing over christmas<\/li>\n<li>Humph is on the back of my chair as I type and Michele is sitting nearby and I love them both<\/li>\n<li>I worked at Daydream today and achieved one or two minor things that make me feel better about my abilities. Good to see Ralph too. Refreshing good company<\/li>\n<li>my dreams are becoming more bizarre and thus more entertaining<\/li>\n<li>this album my dad gave me, &#8220;Mailbag Blues&#8221; is superb. Ranging from blues to the avant-garde via funk and Gong-style story-telling. I <i>love<\/i> it!<\/li>\n<li>A good friday. Nice pub visit at lunchtime with the usuals + Lucinda, Patrick and Brian, followed, later in the afternoon, by Sacha&#8217;s leaving do.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Merry Christmas folks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s been tough recently. The Gsmiths party season notwithstanding. In the past few days I have be 0wned by Gsmiths for every hour of the day, with the exception of a couple of stolen hours in a bar at some point during the day. Even sleep doesn&#8217;t spare me. The &#8220;research project&#8221; into which I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-650","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/650","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=650"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/650\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=650"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=650"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=650"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}