the mild bay of disinterest

The work month is the only one when I wear a tie, when I wear the tie actually, and 11 moths is long enough for me to forget its effects, like beggars begging more intently, people not recognising me, girlfriend feeling like more grown-up (i know it's hard to believe, but i actually hate the meaningful italics); and these are always surprising to me because I know they're only the illusion of a working man, and I'm not one, never been and never felt like one actually, which is disturbing when your friends from primary school are graduating from university. The difference this year, is that i started to like the illusion, and even though there is a long way for me to work, and even longer to feel like working, I just started to see the benefits of a standalone life, or more likely, i can no longer avoid them. The relieving part is that, with the internship, i also see that it would be very easy to hate the working life, but I'm quite fine there. So, as there's work tomorrow, 23:43, time to bed it is!
p.s: once upon a time, a tie for me was a twin ion engine. that was just before I lost my x-wing :)