Wwwwhhhhyyyyy???????????

Birds sound like sirens at 4:30 A.M. Even more annoying is the fact that the night time crickets are so unwilling to give up their shift so easily. Now it's just a battle of sounds that just makes me want to shove the dying flowers from last month stem deep in my ears.

Just wanted to say hi to those out there that actually get up at this time. I think you are all crazy and are in serious need of Tylenol PM and a stuffed bear. Go back to sleep.

I Need Beer.. and a Job.

My beer consumption has slowed down considerably. This is not out of lack of desire. Unfortunately my taste for exceptional brews and lack of funds available make it difficult to live the life of a beer snob. I am half-tempted to peruse my beloved bar in search of desperate boys who are willing to buy me an eight dollar beer with wanting nothing in return. This would go against everything I believe it - but, like I said, it's tempting.

I also have been job hunting. Which is why my blog has been going long periods of time with no new words. My apologies. If you know of anyone who wants to hire a semi-pro beer consumer who is looking to go pro (with pay, of course) please point me in their general direction. I am thirsty and becoming increasingly sad.

For now - CareerBuilder and Monster are calling my name. Both of these have given me no leads, so I am close to shooing away the Monster that's supposed to be Building me some sort of Career. After all, I hear those people who do "professional massages" on Craigslist are doing pretty well.