Great, great week so far. I had a fight with the missus though. Not like a fist fight of course. What else? No more wine for me. My weight is sort of not going up or down, I'm worried about my metabolism since I'm eating very well and should be dropping a pound a week easily. That's not happening.
My kids won't let me go to the bathroom in peace. I really miss my own time. Listen, I went to a festival last week. Pretty good... but cost me a fortune. Get this, 8 euro beers. What the hell... 8 euros? SHUT UP! No wait. Give me one... expensive but give me another one as well. This is not my sweet spot price wise so shut up, I need to numb my mind because I'm tired 24/7 and I rarely get to party, if ever. My best party is taking a crap without no one bothering me and it being a nice event structure and colour wise. It usually is. I eat really healthy. I have to.