Don't Let Our 'Tude go to Waste

Toe,
I read with great joy your post. Fucking shit, the Toe I know, the Toe I don't Know, and Toes I Know I Don't Know, are all here, rolled into one giant ball of something or other--mostly just words--sounding ready to jump ship from both Christianity and his marriage.

Sorry, I am catching your syntax, or trying to. I am a little drunk in the Area, yes your Area, it's true, here for unknown purposes this week. I apologize for not letting you know I am here, but I will be back again soon. I have been meaning to call you, but the Client has kept me up at all hours, literally, working on Giant Project #5, somewhat secret in certain circles. The work is too much with us these days, and I wish it weren't the case, but another part of me is embracing it, in much the same way as I am sure you are embracing the little shit and the co-sleepless nights you are having.

I love that endearment, by the way. Little shit--hehe, my da in law calls his grandkids this. It is really sweet sounding, once you get used to it.

Anyway, it's weird, because on my way to the h'tel tonight, I was thinking, I need to drunk-post on the log tonight, and I wondered if you had done the same. I have checked periodically since my post in july or whenever it was, but of course, I checked but I did not post, not once during all these months.

Something tells me you haven't even checked, you mother fucker, so I am better than you. Maybe. Damn, you have the little shit. Perfect excuse for abandoning your blog.

In all seriousness, I am sorry to hear things are stressful. Having a kid, in my observation, is very very tough. It will get better, as he gets a bit older. Just be patient with El, with the LS, and with yourself. Before you know it, you will enjoy those years between 4 and 12, when the kid is sleeping through the night, and completely innocent. Around 12 they start seriously masturbating, and sleeping through the night once again becomes problematic, but thankfully, it is not your problem by then.

Sorry, that was probably inappropriate.

Things are good with me. I miss you man. My life is crazy lately, or perhaps I am. But overall things are OK, and work, etc., are kind of going into hyperspace both in content and in authority and in the ways that usually go with those two factors.

Jesus, I write so much worse than you do. I seriously need to not drink and write.

Hope to talk and maybe see you soon, perhaps to meet the little shit?
Love,
E-word