the night i lost the will to fight.

i can't really remember all the different events in my life that helped shape me. the recent ones meeting Ladine, our marriage, and the birth of Sofia are obvious and have the greatest impact on me, but the ones from a mis-spent youth are escaping me and i wish they weren't. i try my damnest to sit and recall a full night's events from a significant time - fight, funny incident, etc. but they are starting to fade. it's not like i'm sad, i just wish i had better documentation of these nights, the craziest nights lived through warm nights, waking up covering in liquor stench and sticky sweats, oh well. i miss it, but i don't miss it all.

listening to:

fentoozler - blink 182

my lunch break was spent:

with my lovely wife and daughter in the park on a blanket eating a hot dog

i'm working on:

this asinine report for someone that like to look at asinine things.

i should:

go home early for the weekend, but won't.