At least I am relaxed...

... probably drunk, but relaxed.

Before I go any further let me said that I will probably be unreachable for the next few days. For those of you with my phone number or email address, you are welcome to leave messages, just don't expect a timely response. For those of you without either, or with only the journal address (journal@wyldwoods.net) you are also welcome to send emails, or whatever other type of message as may be appropriate, just don't expect a timely reply.

OK, now that the disclaimer is out of the way let me say that I have been very bad tonight. But not any more so than I felt was appropriate given the week I have been having. And before you ask, I am not sure whether I will explain that comment or not in this entry. If I don't you should be able to gather why not from what I do post.

And on that note, can I get a "Huzzah" (or a "Voof-dah") for spell-checkers...

...

Last weekend we got about a two-and-a-half feet of snow. While shovelling out from this, I screwed up my arms (wrists and fore-arms) due to my RSI. [* I believe I wrote about my RSI before, if not just ask and I will write an entry about it *]

Well, my arms where bad enough that I have had to take pain-killers all week. On top of this I have been sick most of the week. (I don't know if it is the flu or what, but I have been sick) And I have a major project due tomorrow (today since it is after midnight) so I have been working late, until 8:00PM or later, all week. Add all that up and it just sucks.

So today I had a REALLY bad day. And something towards the end of it really set me off. I'd elaborate on that, but I can't right now.

The reason I can't is that related to the way my night went after I got home. Or should I say the actions I took after getting home...

As (I think) I said, I had a REALLY bad day today, and stuff towards the end of the day really set me off. I was enraged on the way home. Anyone who has seen this can back me up that it is really not a good thing.

After being home a while I managed to calm down enough to start thinking again. However, I wasn't necessarily thinking well. I decided to have a drink. A glass of mead to relax and calm down. That was over a bottle and a half ago.

OK, Let's be honest, very nearly two bottles ago.

So I have been taking pain-killers (some with codeine) all week, while in a bad mood and under stress. And I decided to drink tonight...

I know this is a bad idea. I am very nearly drunk (while typing this) and know this is a bad idea...

But you know what, I just looked at the clock. It is 1:18, I have drunk close to two bottles of mead, and have to work in the morning...

I am going to stop this entry here and post it before I have too much of a chance to think about it even though I am pretty sure that this entry will not make as much sense (if any) as I would like. I do have one last thing to say...

Hi, Bulldog.

I say that because Bulldog, one of my best friends, is sitting beside me working at his own computer as I write this. I don't think he knows what I am doing at the moment. I am not trying to hide it from him, but I have not explicitly told him about the journal yet even though he has seen me browsing to Blogger a few times and I have told him what Blogger is.

Anyway Bulldog, if you find this, I was not hiding it, I just have not really told anyone about it yet. OK, maybe two people.

OK, I am rambling, and probably drunk. Please forgive this post, even though I am actually going to post it, after spell-checking. (* Huzzah *) Then I am going to bed.

Sleep well. Good-night.