Nunc Est Bibendum, or The Melancholy Of Nicholas Pancakes
This is a guest post by an old friend 
I mean, he's probably right but if ya'll could lie to him a lil I'll slip you some SBD (That is a lie.)
"This has been on my mind for many, many months now (as many months as my son is old at the time of writing: about 30).
I've lived with this.. a while now, and could probably keep going on the same way I go everyday, which is somehow completely arbitrary and suffocatingly predictable.
I don't actually plan anything (aside from work but I don't plan that), or plan to feel anything. I just do and feel as it comes to me. Lately I wish the feelings would stop coming.
Sometimes I'll decide I'm going to go to the hardware store and buy softener salt, other times I'll decide to bring in some wood to feed the fire in these chilly months. If I feel I deserve some RnR I might just sit on the couch. Perhaps even lay. Can't say too much, wife might read this, and bae when I lay get the fuck up out the wa-
To the point.
I haven't told anyone this, honestly this may be the first time I've told myself, but it wasn't supposed to be like this and- okay. Okay.
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My son is a ginger.
~written by
it's true i've seen it
@mitthradiumn