Lesson Learned

I live, I learn... eventually.

Kev Needham | 2004-04-27

Once again, I have awoken halfway down a long, dark tunnel. I have stumbled through this tunnel, banging off the walls, tripping over debris, and skinning various body parts as I feel my way through the passage. It's dark, dank, and a little musty, but it's very familiar—I've been here before. This Thursday past, I finally saw the light at the end of this tunnel. Unfortunately, it was a freight train, coming right at me.

A load of 6,200, straight to the sternum. Owww.

I've been here before, and have been through much worse. Unless you knew me really well, you'd think I would learn to take a candle with me down the tunnel by now. Until now, I haven't learned anything. If I want to survive past my 40th, I think it's time to learn something about migrations. This past week was my wakeup call, and here's what I learned:

I will remember these lessons. No really, I will. The alternative is becoming too painful to deal with. Have I mentioned I hate the Internet?

(i be) kev.

Tuesday, Apr 27, 2004
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