I've Been Told I Need To Post

It is Friday night and I am drinking a beer alone in my basement.

It is a real Belgian beer. From Belgium. And it is good.

I know someone else who is drinking alone tonight. And I am too chickenshit to make a move.

That is sad.

Anyway, I think I'm going to go run away screaming. Or not. I might just sleep. My feet hurt.

Ta ta...