21 May 2006


What was I going to write?

It was something. Either about sleep, bad weather or BBQ's, but I can't for the life of me remember which. I went out last night and a good time in spite of fiscal issues.
Only six pints and I felt pretty rubbish today.

More and more friends are coming to crossroads and I wish I had a better map to lend them. But I don't. And, to be honest, I'm not far enough down the road myself. Yet.

Hangovers and more sloppy metaphors: typical Sunday. Go. Do something. Laugh.

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