Ahhhhhh...

it's been a trying day...a day of self doubt...a day of discomfort due to long hours and short sleep...a day of wandering and looking for something that would make me feel better...

you have those days of discomfort. i had one. past tense. it was all solved by a lucky stroke: the bar across the street from my house was training a new cook. that means, there was a cook all the way up to two thirty in the morning.

i ate three meals.

three wonderous meals! seems funny? a weak meal can seem like heaven if you are the right kind of hungry. i was the right kind of hungry, and the head cook is a friend of mine. good times! three meals! the last of wich was a fantastic burger with pepperjack cheese and jalapen-yos...and wouldn't you know it, dave (the cook) threw in some haban-yer-ohs just 'cause he knows what i like! poor beans:)

and the moral to the story is...all the drinking and meyhem that you could possibly throw down doesn't amount to shit next to a good meal sometimes.

thank you odin!