It’s been a pretty bleak month. It’s really true. Not much has really kept me going. Milkshakes. Milkshakes is something that might keep me going. If there is one thing that I can claim to be an aficionado of, it’s milkshakes. People that are all like…I know everything about food, wine and crap…do you know anything about milkshakes?! No. I didn’t think so.

I had a weird dream last night. Much like the title of this post, it was all about post-apocalyptic jails and how annoying it would be to be in one. I mean, obviously after some cataclysmic event was to hit the earth, surely there would be no order and every man would have to fend for himself. Turns out that’s not the case, and it is easy to become imprisoned. I really need to stop watching The Shield and eating white chocolate right before bed timez.

Tonight I am going to weigh things up. People would probably recommend to me that I weigh up more than just my weight.  But what do you know, just cause you have a successful career, wife, a house, a car (or atleast a mode of transport that isn’t broken down), can type more than 50 wpm and know all the words to Umbrella. Sometimes I think that maybe I should strive for 1 or 2 of those things on your list, like today, today I am thinking that. But right now I am also thinking I might have gelati for dinner,  so suck on that Mr. Successful.