stateofthelilski

Prosecco, bartender, please. And a few bottles for anyone else still kicking around this place. I composed a message to pubski early this morning, but didn't have time to post it. It went like this:

I know it's hard to believe, pubski, but I actually do other things besides ride on murderous trains and have dating mishaps. In fact, today I'm on my way to teach a session at Startup School called, "How NOT to Kill Your Co-Founders: Strategies and Tools for Successful Teamwork."

so I was going to write that this morning before I left I'm back now, down the long highway, all quiet, except that I'm listening to S.O.B. by Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats. Seems appropriate because he also sings, "I need a drink."

Anyhow, the workshop was awesome and so much fun, lots of participation and interactivity and even self-reflection. Speaking of teamwork, tomorrow is a four-way with the lawyers. Maybe I'll get a separation agreement in the works by tomorrow night. One door closes. Yes, one door closes and THEN A FUCKING TRAIN CRASHES IN THROUGH THE WINDOW. Kills a few people, and leaves me walking away, shaking my head, asking, "What was that about?"

Otherwise, everything is good. For me, anyway. I'm sad for the ex-spousal-unit. But he's on meds now for depression and anxiety and will no doubt have another personality change soon. Best we get this done while he's still recognizable.

*note to self: drink the Prosecco, then edit that last paragraph. TMI.

Edit Cheers blackbootz first round is on me!