slaves to some bogus sense of progress that is driving us all mad (H.S. Thompson )

How do you gauge ones progress ? I have a method
available to me that most people dont have. I have
kept diaries for years. It is always fun to look up a
day , lets say 15 years ago and check out what you
were doing on that day. I did that today....I looked
up 27th of February 1992.
On that day I was living on someones couch having
just been turfed out of my girlfriends flat. I was a very
busy squash coach then. One week I remember I gave
42 lessons. I was desperately trying to keep it together,
even though I was heartbroken and skint. The shelter
from the storm was provided by two old gin queens who
I knew very well. Christine, a frumpy Norwegian , an ex
playboy model , and Anna , an Acton girl with serious
paddy alcoholic roots. They were great fun to begin with
as clearly I needed a roof. But it soon turned into an
unfortunate communal experiment. There were 96 tears.
It did though inspire an idea for a short story called
" Coma, Slug and Slob "......never finished.....too slobby.
The entry that I made in my diary 15 years ago
reads as follows-------
" Felt weak and sick today ...Legs hurting . A few
lessons and training with John . Felt a lot better. John,
Margit, Jerome, and Christine et al went out together to play
some pool . A good time was had by all. Nice vibrations all round
! John cops out early------"
I was 39 at the time so it seems OK, looking back to have
such a rich social life, and to be so physically active. 15 years on
I dont have to sleep on a sofa....I have my own house....but a
less exciting social life. Thats perhaps how things should be,
but is it real progress.......more comparisions have to be made.
Hunter S. was a hedonist to the end........