"You call yourself a Christian, I call you a hypocrite.

You call yourself a patriot, well I think you're full of shit.

How come you're so wrong, my sweet neo-con?"

Makes you want to go out and buy the album, does it not? Brings back thoughts of the Stones when they were young and meant something to some of us.

Thursday. Back after three beers at PCB after work. I kept it to three because I wanted some semblance of coherence in the morning. I more and more want some semblance of coherence when I wake up. Habits. They develop over time. Coherence is one of those things you warm to as you grow older just as it begins to dribble away. One of life's little amusements.

I ordered a couple of books from Amazon and added the Stones album to the list. They'll ship it next month when it's released. There was a time you just bought the new Stones album whether you'd heard it or not. Been a long time since I've done that. Will it be worth it to listen to, what, a cheap shot at the President? Oh, probably, but very little matches your expectations anymore, even during times when your expectations are lying paper thin on the floor gathering dust. Or is that too much?

That's too much.

Anyway, a couple of glasses of Guinness at PCB after work with a crew from the office, many of the faces new faces, some semblance of enthusiasm mixed with doom bouncing about. This is good. Enthusiasm is good. I hope their projects go well, but you wonder, having heard these expressions with the last set of projects and faces and with the set of projects and faces before that. A never ending line of projects, each lasting about three years, each ending in failure, although failure is never publicly admitted. Failure is touted as success but listened to in silence. Still, decent food, decent cheer, one more day until the weekend. Time flies.