Reality: 10, lil: 0

I'm seriously about to start following my eldest child around with a bottle of hand sanitizer in public. Been sick every month this year, for fucks sake! And my car broke down yesterday, and, and, and...

Uh huh

In other unrelated news, I seem find myself developing an annoying sense of loneliness. I'm seeing and interacting with far more people than I am used to (yes, I do hate people, and I am also no good with them whatsoever). It sounds silly, but I think that is contributing to the feeling.

I must admit, sometimes I miss that whole "pick up the phone and give a girlfriend a call to commiserate about life" thing...It has been nearly four years since I had a friend that I could sit down to coffee with. She turned out to be a psychotic back-stabbing bitch, but I digress. Well, I would be if I actually had a point...

We didn't get our night this month, with kiddo bringing home yet another fucking child-born plague and all. And that's okay. But it's kind of a shame because...Well because sometimes life is so much that it takes a lot to make it fade away for a moment.

People...I'm having to interact with people because of club, and I have to say--they haven't improved with time off. I was limping my car to the mechanic's yesterday, when some idiot pulled out in front of me. I honked, and the passenger rolled down her window and started cussing me out. I deserve some kind of award for not pulling over and dragging her out of the window.

Uh huh. True colors are starting to show. Nods* this is why I can't ride across the country in a bus full of kids with their snooty-ass parents.

I want to be this guy, just 'cuz fuck you assholes

Awesome, right?

On the bright side, I won two games against kiddo the other day. Oh yea--he's gotten to the point where I wonder before every game: Will this be the last one I win, or the first in a lifetime of continuous losses? Did I mention that I won twice in a row? Poor dude, he was mad.

Oh, and, yea...Um, the book? I Did it like I was supposed to and was too chicken to hand it over. And I wrote it all on the next consecutive page. It's become one of those things where the consequences are...Eek. And the more I put it off, the worse it's going to be, but, EEK! So it's hard to be in a hurry...Especially since, well yea...It was an honest revision.

Sigh* I know what I need, and it's probably not pretty...

Words rivaled only by "Breathe"...