Well, actually it is kind of nice because now maybe I can catch up on bills. But now I have a stronger desire to go get drunk ass piss like me and Jason's fuck it extravaganza's of the past. I want to become sloppy drunk and go home with whatever random girl gives me the slightest attention and has mediocre sized boobies.

Yes, that is what I want. But no, I've got to finish up stupid projects and start new ones instead. I'm an asshole. Maybe this whole little Barfly Dealy will take me out of my mundane 18 hour day existence and I'll have a regular life and regular hobbies like going dancing at the Elks Club and building model trains. Model trains rock. I rock. Therefore, I am a model train.