it is not miller time, but lets have some anyway

i have been wandering, lost among the forgotten souls. somewhere between the land of oz and the dark alley behind macy's.

I really do not know where i was going with that one. i went out last night. i got home at the wee hours of the night. it always happens this way. i am given a time frame and i try to overstay. the beer was available. the tequila was flowing. it was a festival. it was not really, but it was fun. there was talking there was bitching there was criticism of work life and friends. it was all in good fun. at least no one lost an eye.

i feel better. it is amazing how a few beers and a couple of shots really make life the most wonderfult thing in the world. i would have like to have some other people there. you know who you are. probably the only person that reads this. i really think it is better that way.