Nothing to say and a big mouth to say it with.

[hoveringsombrero]

For some odd reason as each day passes i get less stressed.
So much for "no sleep for the wicked"
dreading the inevitable home coming confrontation.
I think the universe has a few more rounds of yelling at me to do,
before i'm done with this fuck up.
Well, soon to sleep, perchance to accomplish some good things on the morrow.