It’s monday night and I’m drunk. At 11PM.
It’s fun to be an irresponsible kid.
Stupid work. I can’t move my desk cause the surveyors’ equipment is in the way, and I feel like everyone’s looking over my shoulder. Stupid work.
But other than work I feel good. My car is good, my fiance is wonderful and beautiful and happy and nice and sweet and I love her more than anything. I wish I was with her right now. I wish I could smell her hair and curl up with her.
Oh well. I guess that’s my monthly blog entry. Good times.