Well I've had three beers and to be honest my reptilian brain is coming to the fore. I now want to get more drunk, fight someone, fuck someone, or possibly engage in philosophical debate about string theory and whether peppa pigs family is a suitable role model for children. I'm probably just going to do the first option though. And have pizza.
My existential angst (see? I get all wankily verbose when a bit pissed) is somewhat reduced by the fact I just got a tram over the river and I'm reminded I live in one of the most breathtakingly beautiful cities in the world, I'm healthy, have children who love me, and can probably pull some stunning Hungarian girl if I turn on the charm.
Still. Pizza and beer and Xbox tonight I think.
Bill - cheers mate. Not that I want to embarrass you but yours was the message that brought me closest to tears. I hope things work with MG but be careful. The flame is so attractive but moths still get burned.
Wow, that reads a lot more pretentious than I intended