Call Me A Gentleman By Comparison

Let's look at this way, I've been wearing the same clothes since Friday. Not because I don't have anything to change into, but because for some reason I just don't give a fuck. I haven't spent a single dollar in the past 36 hours. I've worked a little, visited the kids, cleaned the house a little, showered three times, but never changed my clothes.

I think, as a night taken as a whole, Friday night was the best night I've had in quite awhile. I got dominated at cards and I was the only one who stuck it out for the long haul who didn't have a little too much to drink. But it was a good night. Even though there was a lot of bad shit floating around and too many people I haven't seen in entirely too long we all had a good time, we all laughed, a lot. I don't know. So much shit happens, and we all survive. Hell we all excel. Makes you wonder what it would take to really slow one of us down. Makes you wonder how much it's going to suck when we actually find out.

So here I go. Getting ready for another week from hell, trying to scratch together some cash to fill this sudden void, and trying to figure out what to do next.

And I might even toss on a clean shirt eventually.