I am slowly getting closer to the inevitable goal of becoming a bitter old man.

But tomorrow, I will make a list, and I will follow it, and then delay the inevitable.

Guitar and work, work and the guitar.

2 hours into my 72 hours of silence. Already fucked up once. Within the first hour.

It's HARD. But I like a good challenge.

Picked a bad day though--shit has been rising towards the proverbial fan for a while, but now it's hitting with pretty much everybody I live with.

It's a shame.