To Think, You Miserable Punk.

The past 3 days have been insane,
to say the least. 8 hours at home per day,
the rest? All out 'training' you'll have to
forgive me if I come across as less than
enthusiastic in conversation.

Heck, if you see me wringing someone
else's neck in frustration, you'll have to
understand. I'm bloody exhausted, I've
clocked approximately 15 hours with dipshits
with nicotine for blood, devil spawn without
the intellect the corrupt even the most gullible
of creatures.

To think, I'd even considered (and almost) picked
up a 25 year old chick, nearly a decade older.

Almost did, too. The only thing that stopped me?
Exhaustion and hunger. The desire to head back
to the safe haven of the home, to appease my tired
mind and to sate my rumbling stomach.

Well, common sense played a part as well.
Common sense and loyalty. I'm not going
to be funking my life up over some random
decade old chick, am I?


Will get back to you people soon.
And especially to PIEguy and LeRaine,
<3 right back at you guys. Heheh.