I wasn’t around last night because after tattooing, I had to stay late to do tubes. In the hour after the shop closed, I had 2 beers and 2 shots of Wild Turkey 101 held under my tongue. Artemas had come to pick me up so that’s ok. Then I realized I’d had nothing to eat all day except an egg & cheese biscuit. So by the time I got home, I was, hm. Buzzed? I was able to lay on the bed without holding on, and had some taco salad before I wondered if lettuce in a drunk stomach was a good idea. (It stayed, though.)
My ex asked me out on a date to go out to dinner. This is not exactly what I had in mind. I think it’s a “Win yer wife back, not have to eat your own cooking anymore” thing.
Today I had a terrible headache but 4 ibuprofen, 2 Goody’s powders, a Mountain Dew, and a nice nap this afternoon took care of it.
Six is always bullshit.
It snowed half-assedly today. I think the same 16 flakes just kept getting blown back through the yard. It’s bloody cold and windy though. At least for us here in the South.
The kids and I did church tonight so we wouldn’t have to go out tomorrow. Our preacher said, “What was Jesus’ first miracle? He was at a party and they ran out of Boone’s Farm. He made more!!” How Southern. Also, our pastor has a twisted world view, which is probably why I like him.
Today a friend was texting me about the merits or not, of my ass. That was interesting.