My Shit

Wednesday night is generally a good night: bachelor night. M stays down at his girlfriend's apartment and I have the run of the house. Okay, so it really isn't that different than any other night when it comes down to general operations. It happens more in the feeling.

And tonight is really one of those nights, and maybe it is mostly because I am tired, that I really dislike the slice of living I've cut out for myself. Tonight would be a good night for no responsibility, smokes, beer, and something entertaining to watch (aka. strip club) so I don't have to think about anything for a while.