Unlicensed Surgery

My daughter is sitting at the table playing Operation (the Spongebob one). I've played about eight games before I couldn't play anymore. She's happy, though, and that's all the counts.

Work is shit. Life is far from ideal. My girl is smiling, though, and that makes things all the better.

I laid out my plans in my head and how I want to get from point A to point B with all the steps in between. It won't be an easy road, but I do think it is all fairly obtainable. Just going to forget the extraneous nonsense. Put the boots on. (How I am loving that phrase, and some of you know where it came from.)

I am tired.

My daughter is happy.

What do you want? To rest.


Trevlyn said...

is part of your plan shooting god in the face?

-Doug Brunell "America's Favorite Son" said...

It's starting to feel that way. Ahh, the beauty of rage.