i admit it, i was brooding.
Granted, part of that was due to the fact that i hate "vacations" that seem to consist of me sitting around with folks not doing anything. (i REALLY hate that. Look the reason i get up and do the dishes, offer to cook or go out and get something is because otherwise i can feel the life drain from my body.)
There was more to it. Basically, the ducks seem to be winning lately.
i also realized that i seriously needed someone else to talk to. i mean, sure, Anne Marie is wonderful and all, but she's not someone i can really talk to about some of what's bugging me. Friends are like tools. Sometimes, you need more than just one of them.
Going through my personal tool chest, i realized that apparently, i need a new drinking buddy. Someone i can sit, hash out crap with and see if i'm sane. Or maybe less so. Heck, i'll take just about anything.
Perhaps i should just invite a bunch of folks over to my place, sit around the dining room table and perhaps plot a coup. (The military one, not the chicken one.)
