And not a Guinness or corned ham with cabbage within hundreds of miles. And than it comes to mind is that there’s not a bunch of friends here to sit with around the table, drinking Guinness and eating corned ham and cabbage and laughing about protestants and catholics and the Irish and beer.

Same old same old, nothing like want to teach you what little things aren’t really all that little.

That all off my chest, I’m going to go home and change into my green boxers.