Right, my back hurts.
I am in a cold Middle North Leftish Middle part of the US. I am drinking the Aberlour Scot's wisky I bought for my self a few day's ago. I am listening to the Masked & Anonymous soundtrack, Come Una Pietra Scalciata (Like A Rolling Stone) by Articolo 31, in particular. If you like Bob it is worth listening to.
Or I'm just whining being a fellow that fixes things in an age that should be creating things.
And, what I create is fairly non-descript.
Another week at work.
Pardon my angst. I'm trying to break the habit with far more intesity than I devote to booze on a tuesday or cigarettes. I'm just another guy from the Chihuahun Desert.
I will try to write here.
I did poorly on k5, I got drunk and.... splatterd.
Just one of those things.
And, by most standards I am Drunk now.
That will do.
I am not where, and or, when I uised to be.
That is will do though. I have enough scotch.
Love you all, good night.
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