I Heart Beer

3 pitchers of beers and some good friends cured my suicidal depression last night. I got to bed at 4am but I don’t really feel tired, just relaxed! I don’t know if it was a Monday thing but I just felt so low… only thing that made the day go by is the decision to get shitfaced at the end of it.
PB is going back up north to join his unit soon. I threatened him that if he died I would resurrect him and kick his ass. AO is not going back, he’s got about 6 months of physical therapy ahead of him.

I’m taking hubby out to lunch tomorrow – damn the over draught.

I need a vacation…

I’m trying to think of something meaningful to say about the war but I can’t think of anything.