~Just whining

I'm in a foul mood.

I don't like that word... "foul". It's tied to "wolf" (Gaelic, if I remember correctly), and I don't like the implication that wolves are bad.

I'm just detoxing really. I didn't drink today, and that's rare. If only beer were free and didn't make you grow a gut, I'd be very happy indeed. Instead, I go through this "detox" thing every now and again, in an attempt to save money and maintain my pants size. It sucks shit.

Not that I don't have anything else to complain about, but I think that I'm feeling a little too nasty to type.

I'm very happy that I live alone. (With all respect to Harold who never bothers me because he's a very well behaved plant.)