Like most people I have a love-hate relationship with alcohol. Usually when I’m drinking I love it, while the hate is usually reserved for the next morning.
It also sometimes means I don’t always remember what was so fun about the night before.
This weekend I decided to have a ‘me’ day, just drinking and playing video games. Stephanie, not having any plans, decided to hang out too. I didn’t have a problem with that, the whole ‘friends’ thing has been working out pretty well so far. As long as she didn’t care that I planned on getting blasted.
I’m somewhat intoxicated but I’ll try to keep my handwriting legible. We’ll see how that goes.
It has come to my attention recently that I have made a glaring error in my blogging, leading some readers to be confused as to who I am. Now, I’m normally a very private person and refuse to share many details about my life, but this air of mystery has left one big question unanswered.
Am I a skinhead?
White power skinheads are members of a white supremacist and antisemitic offshoot of the skinhead subculture. Many of them are affiliated with white nationalist organizations. (Wikipedia)
I have a wonderful, wonderful dog. Mostly. She’s definitely a personality. Most of the time we get along great, but one of her less endearing traits is her punctuality. You see, during the week we go for our morning walk before I leave for work, which is really early in the morning. This means that on the weekend she expects us to keep this schedule. No matter what.
So, every Saturday and Sunday morning I’m woken at an ungodly hour by a whining, insistent, nuzzling nose. She does not care how late I was up the night before, nor how many alcoholic beverages were consumed, nor how hungover and exhausted I am. When it’s time to go, it’s time to go, and I’ve learned the hard way not to ignore my doggy alarm clock. Continue reading
Jeez, time flies when you’re having fun, right? I was looking at my reader today and realized it has been almost two weeks since my last post. Not so long ago I was posting daily, what happened? Well, I’ve been busy writing, just not here.
Some of you know that I’ve been working on some projects that are little more involved than blog posts. For the last two decades I’ve wanted to be a published writer and I’m finally putting in the elbow grease. A large portion of my free time is no longer free for blogging but other progress is being made.
For the last two weeks I’ve been neck deep in a short novella (or a long short story, depending on your perspective). It would be easy to say I’m excited about this piece but I’m excited about every piece. Every project is a little better than the previous one, there’s always something to learn, and the next will be even better. That’s the goal at least.
Last night I finished the first draft. There’s something amazing about finishing a first draft, a terrific feeling that is quickly countered when I re-read it and realize how much more work still needs to be done. But for tonight I’m basking in the warm glow of vodka and accomplishment.