Uncharted Departure (For A Week)

“The things I do to relax. Life can be so cruel.”

I was hoping to postulate more quality, compelling (absurd) thesis on typically irrelevant subjects before I departed for my annual holiday, this year to Cyprus. But suffice to say that the persistent elapse of time has thwarted any attempt to do so before I vacate. So I’m here to reconcile your propensity to wither and aid you in your encumbering infirmity attributed to your forced evasion from my innovative conceptions, and of course the literacy contributions that rhythmically contort your views, and yes, I’m still incredibly humble regarding my influence. Though there are clear indications already surfacing regarding my seemingly brittle sanity, that will be addled by my localised isolation from my PS3–which I intentionally tried to smuggle in my suitcase, though I’ve been reliably informed that I will require a change of clothes at some stage–so this incident further compounded my bereaved sense of oppression. But despite my exaggerated musings regarding my mournful separation from being forced apart from my beloved, willingly solitary and humble in my absence, I am genuinely looking forward to my vacation with many endearing accomplices (and Suzi) with anticipating resentment for the people already indulging in the searing humidity; horizontally reclining by the pool, figuratively bathing in alcoholic elixir, with various degrees of vibrancy, and their differing hallucinogenic properties. Though from my current understanding of Cyprus perceived humid robustness, the current climate retains a familiarity with the bespoke British summer (with thunder storms being predicted for our descent to the island, and an assortment of showers). Of course being a long time resident of England, these comparative weather patterns will be easy to acclimatize too.

So in just over a week, I hope to return to the British Isles with further informed notions on the gaming industry, invigorated fervency to defend my nomadic ideals, and absorb enough of the sun’s visceral intensity to return with a healthy, bronzed sheen to my skin, rather than struggling through customs like a ripe tomato, with impaired mobility that appears, to the casual observer, that I’m constantly battling my bowels for dominance over my bodily functions. Let’s just allow that vivid thought to settle, and hope that this affirmative response to my sudden, though temporary departure, will soothe your perspiring brow with confirmation of my return to blogging in just over 10 days time, and pray that this has depleted your desire to commit any form of self-annihilation. Please, don’t deprive me of your existence. Be strong friends. Be strong.

P.S: Yes, I truly am this obnoxiously sarcastic. See you soon!