I feel like everyday that goes by I am getting closer to my breaking point. I guess it never helps to be trapped in my house 29/7. For those of you can not figure out, that means way more time than needed! I am sick of the stupidity out there. Half the time I want to get out of my house, half the time I want to give up and lock myself in. I mean Ted Kaczynski did it half right. I wouldn’t send unmarked packages to unknowing persons to maim them. Just a shack on the outskirts with only my dog. The sad part is I get on a tangent and realize I need a drink! I need a drink like I need a hole in the head. I figure since short of a concrete block I can not be drowned (horrible grammar but you can go pound salt 🙂 ) I might as well do it to my problems. I would contemplate staying inside in my ever so chipper mood but what would come to the world if I let my cynical outlook be repressed so I let this day die but I assure you someone will be brought down in my misery!
Slainte!!!