Explanation

So yesterday I was at work talking about my upcoming trip and how my manager, the idiot Mike, Gave me three extra days off and thus I have three days to play the Sims 3 (Which I bought) and drink and celebrate life with Emily so she doesn't feel abandoned.

Well someone asked when I'm married if I was going to live in England. I said no, and then wondered why. My biggest tie here has always been my friends and family, but since I only have a few friends, and my family isn't going anywhere.. Theres nothing really tying me down.

So I made the choice to move to England. The adventure I've been craving for has been in front of me for years. There are new friends to be made, and new family to have.. They wont replace anyone, (EMILY) but they will make it easier. And my biggest fear has been working full time at Walmart, a job I hate and can't fucking stand. And it makes more sense to have John, who has a great job that can support us while I look for work. It seems sensible, no?

So I decided to do it. What is life with out living, eh? Here I am presented with this amazing chance to do something out of character and unpredictable and instead of hiding in the box I've lived in for so long out here in Illinois, I'm going to move 6000 miles away.

I'm so excited. Frightened a bit, but mostly excited. So thats why. I'm sorry Em, and all my family. But I will have a 2-3 week trip each year, and I will be home for certain holidays. AND YOU CAN COME TO ENGLAND TO VISIT!? I see no downside. Other than it'll be hard to get a unicorn on a plane...

I'm offically out of my gourd

I was royally pissed off earlier, with good reason and decided the way to deal with my anger was to take a walk. So I got my pants on and put on my shoes. Grabbed a hoody and headed downstairs. I needed smokes and figured I'd battle the rain the .52 miles to the walgreens and the .52 miles back. Turns out the temp. has dropped drastically and the rain has created an ice skating rink out of the world.

And if that wasn't bad enough it was windy and PELTING SNOW at me. But I went anyway. I walked all the way there and back with nothing but the painful icechunks being whipped at my face and my thoughts to keep me company.

I only fell once. And I pondered just laying down on the frozen asphalt and dying, but got up and continued on. The ice nearly killed me a dozen or so times, but I didn't fall again. My knee is fine and my body is starting to thaw out. I just really needed to get out and I feel much better for doing so, even if it was mildly painful.

So that was my night, and why I'm absolutely fucking insane.