The Tenth Post…not the Xth post.

There is something to be said for vacations. The chance to let the work world turn without out me for a week is something that I adore. Let’s all face it – this is the job. The career will be worked on with an eye towards be nevermore fresh pouts,

Wow, this alcohol is pretty darn good. It helps to relax. I’ve always had a problem with relaxing. I’ve always had this undercurrent of tension. Always had sleep issues, always felt tense and on edge – don’t know really why – but let me tell you, discovering alcohol is the best thing ever. There are other parties that believe that I would be better off without it. Those other parties don’t know what it’s like to have a life of tension and looking for anything to seek relief and finding out that the only way out is through chemical assistance from Chernobyl and other parties. Well – that;’s their problem not mine, My only problem is not getting it regularly.

Now we have fleas. This is great. This wasn’t my idea. The house wasn’t my idea. The marriage wasn’t my idea, but I do what I had to do to keep from going back home. She’s nice, but I swear I do half the stuff to shut her up. I honestly don’t want to be married to her, but there were incidences in my past that no doubt contribute to this. If there is anything to take away from this dear reader it’s this: marry in haste and repent at leisure.

Yeah – I’m drunk. This is going to be a short post, because I am going to go to bed soon before I say something that will reveal my identity. I am also ready for bed.

Good night, gentle reader. Please do not dismiss me as some drunkard. I am also a fool and an ingrate.

Ta-ta!

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