My birthday was on Friday there, it was… eventful.
I didn’t have a party due to work obligations (that’s a way to put it) so I my “Birthday Bash” was scheduled for Saturday and I was unable to attend because I was… occupied.
How was I occupied?
Well there were, how should I put it, events on Friday that spilled over into Saturday and kept me from going. These events were indeed linked to the fact that Friday’s “work obligations” were my first ever solo mission.
So how did the mission go?
In a word… Badly. (In two words… Very Badly.)
How am I defining “very badly”? I am defining it as failing completely in the mission, getting caught, captured, interrogated and some other quite interesting events (that I am still disturbed and confused by.)
So why am I still alive?
… that’s a really good question. (One that I have been asking myself for the better part of 4 years now.) In this instance I can’t answer it because I really don’t know… or I don’t want to know… it’s not like I’m not grateful. It’s just… The whole thing is rather confusing (not that I am not usually confused, in some way or another) and I can’t talk to anyone about it because the people at work would probably be suspicious if they knew everything and the people not at work well, they would be in danger of imprisonment if they knew anything…
I‘ve had a whole day to digest the events of my birthday and beyond. I’ve been at work all day and it felt like a different world. People who are my friends are now like strangers and I just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop… or a piano to squish me from nowhere.
That would actually be less weird than recent scenarios.
Okay too cryptic I should really just explain…