back in the saddle

back in the office. i have to write a lengthy diatribe about my trip home and i might do that tonight because misadventures were had, lincoln park trixies were made fun of, and child haters were abound. in the mean time the boy and i are in the office, it's stinking hot here. i mean AZ was hot but, it's sticky here. the mofo knows from sticky so he know how the bastard feels. more to come

—the bastard