I am sitting here with a big ass glass of water (my drink of choice for everyday living) and no pants, of course.
It’s 1:30 in the morning and the house is quiet. I am currently living with a baby who is almost 2 years old and a pregnant woman whom I thought I knew a few months back. She still looks like the woman I moved here to be with, but someone has stolen some crucial things from her. Things like, a sense of humor and patience. I know it will pass. In the mean time I lose hair. Slowly, oh so slowly, I see my hair moving back away from my forehead. I can now honestly call it an eight-head.
On another note I am watching a 10 part series on the History of Rock-n-Roll. It’s…rockin’. I have yet to see anything about the Rutles though. More on that later.
