My life got cold...

...It happened many years ago.

That's right, it's another drunken ramble courtesy of yours truely.

You see, it appears I have a speech impediment - actually, that's a lie, it's probably more of a brain impediment, or possibly (and more likely) both. Either way, it's something of a personal issue and despite my usualy enthusiasm to share, I'm feeling somewhat private tonight and therefore details will be kept to a minimum.

Anyway, I'm once again at one of those points where you regret an evening not for what you did but for what you didn't and quite frankly I'm getting very sick of it. The problem is that I don't seem to have a solution. I mean, realistically I don't have a solution for the majority of problems I face on a daily basis, but most of them don't affect my general well being to the extent that this one does.

Suffice it to say that I'm currently suffering through an extreme internal struggle involving myself and myself as portrayed to other people. Honestly, I don't know what the outcome will be, but it's a fairly pivotal moment in my life either way. I really hope I can sort it out because if I can't then I'm basically fucked.

Anyway, I shall leave you to whinge about my rant and get some sleep as I have to be up at 10 tomorrow and I also have to walk in as I was too pissed to drive home tonight . Anyway, thank you for bothering to read through yet another drunken rant.

Until next time, Spad out.