It's 5:19 am on a tuesday. The kid is terrorizing in my room, right now he's dragging my guitars out and stepping on them.

I'm single again. its' strange how when you make that important sep and end a relationship that isn't working out even when you don't want to end it, you still feel like shit afterwards.

The job is going great, my ankle is almost good as new, the kid is a terror, my bike still needs a gas tank...