I mean, it started out ok, and all, but ended up being the reason for a lot of pain reliever sales.

So far today I have been on fire, bled profusely, and had my toes run over by a golf cart.

At least i have a nice hotel room with good interwebbiness. Of course when I turned on the TV, Chuck schumer (dickhead, planet earth) greeted me with his typical lack of reason to continue to waste oxygen, so I had to go outside and walk around until the desire to crush had been driven from my mind.

I’m in a hotel on the evening of my 14th wedding anniversary. I wish I were home. I miss you, love of my life. And a monday without you at the end of it is doubly horrid.