so a mate of mine from work was bored...and running the risk of going crazy at the same time...I came to her rescue.

her son's football team had a meeting thingy over at a popular pizza place...me mate Adrianna needed someone she could talk to...soccer mums need not apply. I am not a soccer fanatic and I'm most definitely not a mother, so I fit the bill...that and I'm apparently a good laugh.

We went, we traumatised, then we packed the kids off back at her place and took off for a local pub. a few pitchers of beer later and we managed to get back to her place and I sobered up enough to drive the twelve minutes to the next town over and my house. the beer was that american piss water and I am paying for it. I don't get beer hangovers unless it's that american piss water. today is pray it goes through the system and down the loo.