Sunday Bloody Sunday (also known as Independent Patrick)

I was a very good teammate. I worked solidly for three days, escaping only for Thursday night, band practice on Friday and F1 qualifying on Saturday. Then I go to Josh's at 10am to work on my uni project and don't stop working until 3:30pm, get food and start doing shit again just before 5:00pm. Then I proceeded to work virtually non-stop until 1am when only document formatting remains. I lived in my little bubble where only the project and project team existed.

Having turned down invitations to do stuff, watch the Grand Prix, eat dinner, hang out to get this shit done, I returned to the real world yesterday. Typically, I missed the greatest race for several years yesterday, having not missed one since a pointless Schumacher domination two or three years ago. Explosions! Carnage! Late drama! Dancing monkeys! You name it, apparently it featured in the race I'm doomed never to see.

The same "I can't believe you missed it" thing has happened before. The strongest memory I have, and the one I'm reminded of the most, was the Melbourne Ice hockey match where the massive brawl broke out. I had less reputable reasons for missing it that time: I was busy vomiting up the bottle of straight bourbon I'd drank (slash Will force-fed me) at Nick's 21st the night before when I thought I was a rock star.

I just can't turn up to everything. It's just killing me that Uni Patrick, Family Patrick and Independent Patrick have conflicting schedules and interests. Hopefully it won't end in a Seinfeld-like depiction of worlds colliding.

A Patrick, divided against itself, cannot stand!