Some times i feel like i should just get the Dear John letter…

I spend the day hitting the punching bag letting off some steam, I have named my bag (too private to be revealed here) how, gestalt.
then i mowed the lawn, cursed alot, pulled some weeds… later i will fix an appliance.
(the buzzer is jammed on ‘on’ the stove… its analog so i can’t even blame the fuckin’ government.)
at least i got something done.
I feel great.