I'm drinking a well earned 40 of King Cobra. I worked 16 hours last night, 7pm to 11:30 am, then got off and helped my grandpa do some yard work for a couple people he does that for. Then went to Wal Mart for a couple items, then went to Kroger for Jalapeno Poppers (TGIF-they are my binge food as a treat for healthy eating through the week), plus sent some money to my uncle who is in prison. I'm tired. And now I severely miss my uncle. He is like my best friend and he showed me a lot in life. I learned about metal through him, too.
Also, there is a long story (largely involved with my meth selling days) that culminates in an old friend of mine coming to visit me soon. She is gorgeous and I always liked her, and she basically said the same about me so I am pretty stoked. I don't feel like typing the back story to this now because a) I'm tired, and b) I doubt anyone wants to read it.