happy birthday/father's day

today i am 40 years old. it feels alot like 39 but with a headache and an icky glenlivet residue in my mouth.

40, n while i feel i have come a long way, i constantly remind myself how much growing i have to do, and how much of that skinny, whiny little twit who thought everybody hates him still resides somewhere inside me.

i'm a lucky motherfucker. i've got amazing kids, a gorgeous, wonderful wife who puts up with my bullshit. sometimes more than her fair share. n yeah, i put up with bullshit from her too, that's the nature of relationships, it all balances out.

i miss my dad today. don't ask me why. i've no idea. but i do, and it hurts.

i thought i had more to say. i guess it just boils down to that.

thanks for playing along, better posts (and my views/thoughts/observations about aspergers) to come.

darth sardonic