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so.. i moved. it was cheap.

last night I had a great day at work, I had a horrible day otherwise.

I came home after work.. went to drown my sorrows in beer.. had 2 pints, didn't eat.. and when I got home.. I cried.

For the first time in like 6 months i just broke. It was humiliating and liberating. I really needed that. It was cleansing and embarassing.

Today is looking like a better day. I need to eat something.

note to self, go ahead and go to the slowbar after work, none of the places in your neighborhood besides Mississippi Pizza serve food after midnight.

I am either totally pathetic, or totally rad.