It Hasn't Been Two Weeks Yet, But...

For those of you who still give a flying fuck, here's your update.

The weekend was pretty nice, mainly because I got to see my kids for the first time in three months. Although, I only got to spend a couple of hours with them... but hey, it's better than nothing, i guess. Still, I think it may soon be time to go to the courts and work out a visiting schedule. When a man is spending more time of his life shitting than seeing his children, there's problems afoot.

Anyway, i also got to catch up with Randy and the family in Woodstock. He was kind enough to play me a recording of the last gNosh show (can't wait for the album), and introduce me to "Kids Show". I will never be the same.

Other than that, it was a fairly tame weekend, though I did get my drink on with Earl on Saturday night in F-city. It's clear to me, though, that drinking just isn't what it used to be anymore. We ended up doing practically the same shit we would have done if we were stone sober, which kind of defeats the purpose a little. Regardless, I've got some practicing to do if I'm going to be ready for this year's Pub Crawl (tentatively set for May 15).

So now, I'm back in the 'chi, having completed day one of yet another six day work week. My fucking neck hurts again, and I just hope it's a temporary pain that will be gone tomorrow, and not a repeat of the excruciating ordeal that prompted a Pissing Vinegar a few months back (although, I admit, if something WOULD prompt a PV, I'd probably get a little more traffic to the site).

Anyway, I'm tired and sore, and I think I'll go to bed. As a quick note before I take my leave, I'll point you to my fiancee's LiveJournal, which I stumbled upon a few minutes ago and, indirectly, reminded me to update this thing. And you know, the fact that I didn't even know about it reminds me that Carrie and I may be drifting apart a little, what with my fucked up work schedule and all. With that in mind, I've got to go to bed and tell somebody I love them. And your project for today, friends, is to tell someone the same. Spread your message around like peanut butter on a hooker's ass cheeks, and breathe in the sweet, sweet aroma of love.

Am I the only one who found that last line disturbing?

Meh... just go to Carrie's journal.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/marzipan_284