relevantswitch

Well happiness it seems is a bag of bones. . . You knew what they where when you buried them but damn if you can put them back together again. . . hehehehe. . . Guess I'm feeling a little morbid today.
This past weekend saw a glorious fun filled trip to the nightclub with friends turn into a night of drunken self-absorbtion. . . Grrrr. . . There was a time when I could drink to my hearts content but age grabbed a hold of me and after getting sick in the bathroom of the club, on the sidewalk outside the club, on the curb a few blocks from the club, into the pack of napkins in the glove box, into one of my favorite shirts and then who knows where I went to sleep on the bathroom floor. . . My loving silvereve was kind enough to take pictures of it and I have somehow sworn off drinking for the foreseeable future. . .
My happy comic box showed some signs of life when it spurred a trip down memory lane. It's mostly the X-Men titles and some small independent Gen-13 and Interview with a vampire limited's but they may be on their way out. . . That on top of hatred for my ex-company and this week is going from Morbid to Angst-ridden. . .