*What does it profit a man that he gains
The whole world but loses his own soul?*
Holding on to the fantasy never explains
What happens when he reaches the goal
To the manor born where his shit don’t stink
He’s forever drunk on the power
*The honey is not as sweet as people think
And the milk’s gone fucking sour*
The empire imagined now rank and rotten
The cancer manifests within
Like everything ever, it’s all soon forgotten
Until the next man chooses to begin
Inspired by the two quotes* from Terence Trent D’Arby that I read in Charles Shaar Murray’s Shots From The Hip. I hated D’Arby’s music but it seems he wasn’t a bad guy.
Today I’m feeling:
Fairly reasonable and relaxed. I didn’t drink too much in the end last night, so I don’t have any hangover but I’m also not exactly full of energy either!
Amy is finally up and hopefully we can get some hearty breakfast and decent coffee and prepare for the drive home.
Health:
Physical: 7
Mental: 7
Today I’m grateful for:
My own smelly bed again. I love travelling, and I love my home.
The best thing about today was:
Driving back from Chiang Mai, I ate a CBD gummy and while I didn’t really notice any effects, I did really enjoy listening to music on my old iPod while Amy slept a lot of the way.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
After going to a few different bars last night, Nong May wanted to take Amy to a place called Warm Up. Amy was a little reticent as it was the place that she used to go to as a uni student more than 20 years ago, but Nong May said that it had changed a lot.
When we arrived, May’s friend Namfon met us and even though it was midnight on a Sunday, the place was heaving with people, both young and old.
I had had enough by now, though and didn’t feel like drinking anymore, so I left them to it and went back to the hotel. I knew it was going to be trouble when a full bottle of vodka appeared in front of us and Amy was already a few sheets to the wind.
I left the keycard with Amy and asked the hotel staff to give me another but then struggled a bit to get to sleep.
Sometime later, I woke with a start to two loud bangs at the door and there was Amy. Either the keycard didn’t work because there was already one in use in the room or she couldn’t find hers.
Amy stumbled around a bit, getting ready to get into bed but just as she was about to, she fell on the floor in the dark and I heard a thump on the bedside table. I jumped up, scared that she had hit her head on the corner of the table but thankfully, she hadn’t and I got her into bed and finally to sleep.
With all this drama, I was now awake again and checked to make sure Amy was still breathing. It took me a while to get back to sleep again at what must’ve now been about 4 am.
I woke up at 8.30 and when Amy stirred a little, she mumbled, ‘How did I get here?’ not remembering anything from a few hours earlier.
Something I learned today?
Last night, Amy met one of her students whom she taught twenty years ago and who is now a successful restaurateur. He was so happy to see her again and said that part of his success was because of her.
This kind of reaction is what I hope to inspire in my students and that in ten or fifteen years’ time they might say the same things to me.
It was especially poignant after yesterday’s birthday messages from my students, some of whom said I was the best teacher.
Review your acts, Good and bad.
I took care of crazy, hungover Amy.
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