Goodbye, Gato.

Sunday was the day Samson was to be relocated. He would find a new home with Bekah. Cats adapt, but I will miss him. Bekah needs him. We decided to go have some lunch. Outback French onion soup and tuna for me. Beers as well. After lunch we went to have drinks and visit with a bartender friend of ours. We got drunk. We also talked. After drinks our dumb asses thought Taco Bell was a good idea. It wasn’t. Mistakes were made. Overall I think it was a good day. It was good to see Bekah and have some fun like we used to. A grain of salt. I do miss the cat trying to kill me in the mornings. I also miss Bekah.

The house is weird without Samson. The little f*** tries to kill me every morning and I’m not used to walking freely. It’s weird. I miss having to be alert. He loved Bekah. Was up her butt. I’m sure he will be fine. I won’t forget finding that little dude. 10 years with the s*** head. He is a fun guy. He will be puuuurfect with Bekah.

Ah, life. The time change hurts. It always does. Everyone is thrown. I wish they would ask the public if we still wanted it. It would be an overwhelming NO!! It is dark so soon after work.

My f***ing garage door decided to be a b****. I didn’t want me to go to work so I listened and didn’t go. Call it a mental health day. Tuna for lunch. I’m going to turn into a tuna. I went out and had a drink. I tied one on. Made a call I wish I hadn’t. It happens, I guess. I regret nonetheless. I’m not a hateful person but my emotions ran wild.

Friday I felt abandoned. All my campus friends were MIA. I felt lost. Displaced. Utterless. It as a lonely day. It was a LONG day. I left an hour early. The beer sure did taste good. I guess the highlight of my day was delivering the BIG D. Dropping the BIG D on a desk was great.