Wow, I don't know where I am in life. Sitting here alone, watched my adopted football team for the last four years, lose to an inferior team, and just, you know, sitting here. Think I'm done with football!

Talked to Steph on the phone as she headed into town, about life and the past. I miss her, but it is what it is.

I have new tires, my truck is ready for a road trip, but I have an invite to hear Maddie sing at church on the 18th, and I have a present for her.

I don't want to be here for Christmas, I've managed to endure the last two.

One year I just sat here alone, the next on a cruise boat. I haven't figured out what comes next, but it will be, what it was meant to be.

I've always been an anti-pill guy, but now I'm taking my drugs, Primidone and Propranolol (where the hell do they come up with these names), and they ain't doing shit to stop the tremors.

My morning consists of staggering out of bed, turning on the heat, and making my hot lemon drink. I then make my bed, do the dishes, and head to the park.

I start drinking exactly at 1100...