A tough day

A tough day

Jon

I wake up early. I'm in my room. The night was satisfying, but not as much as I wanted. I still fed the dominator that lives in my inner dungeon. It's a creature that lives in chains waiting to see the sunset. When it does, it takes hold of me in indescribable ways. The control I try so hard to exert over everything is satisfied for a few hours. But, as an engineering professor, a guru to me, used to say: Things are going to get out of hand at some point, it's just a question of whether you're prepared to deal with adversity. Obviously, he was talking about iron structures, cement, workers and building plans. I think it fits in faithfully with what I'm experiencing at the moment.

In the evening things got a bit out of hand, as I hadn't planned, but what is a dominator if no one escapes his control? That's when I can demonstrate my ability to put them under my whip and order everything back to normal. It's true that I do a lot of this un