last night got a bit wild after the pub.. but at least we didn't get shot or blow up our house (or the pub because actually the other local pub burned down the other night arsonwise).. though ish got a bit volatile at home.

now I'm doghouse living I think.... I wasn't wrong but I sure weren't right neither.. * sigh * ... maybe time to get back on godleeluv's train.

just glad to make it to friday and payday no less...

question for you all.. you ever hear the call of the mountain.. like just the desire to call it a game and step out of this system we serve for good? I like being warm and having dry feet.. but at what cost do these things come?