Well, it would have been nice to at least ask me if I wanted to do something on my weekend off but Robo beat me to it. So did the beer. God after 7 years it would be nice to win a day of preference. Without a crying resentful compromise. Just sheer preference.

Whats that tell me eh? Well, mabey I will head to the hot beach two hours from here to the North. Camp by myself. C'est la vie.