So,
I believe I generally have pretty entertaining things to write about, but lately my life has been similar to that of a 47 year old married man in that I work to put bread on the table daily and once I am at the table for dinner, I have no interesting stories because my entire existence is working. Gay bar stories are interesting to some, but after a while they are all the same save for the occasional blowjob in the parking lot or excessively drunk patron who does (some totally unacceptable/inappropriate/disgusting behavior.) So basically, I just wanted to say that I have been working nightly and trying to make some metaphoric bread to bring to the metaphoric table. Therefore, while I at one point was a really cool person with really exciting tales, I now am a really cool person with totally boring work stories.