Today
It's St. Patric's Day? I didn't ware green I was at work all day and no one said a word. I remember pinching my first girls behind because of St. Patric's Day. It was second grade I think. I'm not sure. All my schooling blurs together. Torture has that affect. I had no idea until I started reading some blogs at the house.

Today (continued)
I was sick and drag-ass yesterday. I had a hard day today. I was not quite up to snuff in my health. On the walk from work to the bus stop, one mile, I felt like a million bucks. I still coughed. I still felt run down. I felt good though. I hadn't even done anything at work that should have given me a good feeling. I have no dates planned. It was just pretty outside and the weather is cool and the air is clean. Well, except this one house I pass where the smell of death just about knocks you down. I think something crawled into the sewer and died. Poor folks who live there. Oh, well, fuck-em. I had a nice walk home.