willard7

Meh, maybe somebody would read if I ever posted. Maybe not.

I'm happily buzzing, soon to be happily drunk, followed by happily passed out. The topsy-turvey world of living has kind of called for a night of drinking and revelry. A good friend is leaving to become a manager at a Sears store in Fort Dodge, IA. Well, maybe not a GOOD friend, but a kindred spirit kind of friend that I didn't get to know well enough before he left. I'll miss him because I didn't know him, not because I knew him well. Bye Brad, and good luck!

Tomorrow I go house-looking. A friend of mine is looking to get a house and I'm all for it. Wish me luck!

Tonight I've had four Miller Lite tallboys, a shot of something, a screwdriver, and I'm working on a Leinie's Honey Weiss. I'm a lightweight these days, quite the accomplishment for a fat guy. Coming from being an alocholic to being a lightweight, I don't know whether to celebrate my intolerance of a drug I once lived off of or be nervous in that I still HAVE to get drunk when I start drinking.

Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

Like life right now. Things are so comfortable, yet so terrible. Somewhere in between is the truth.