It's 23 degrees right now. Suck it, southerners.

I'm surprised I made it through today (well, yesterday) without a drink. I can't believe it's been exactly two years since the worst day of my life. I don't think the dreams will ever go away. There was a funeral when I went out to the cemetary- the usual crowd of old people in black standing under a shadecloth and throwing flowers. It seemed very unemotional. Try as I might, I couldn't see anyone shed a single tear. I guess it becomes routine once you hit a certain time in your life. I hope never to reach that age.

On Wednesday I had my first class as an English Conversationalist. Basically it was just sitting at a desk whilst a bunch of overseas students asked me questions to practice their language skills. The teacher had written a few questions on the board for them to ask, including "What do you think of forigeners?". What the shit kind of question is that?! I think I answered tactfully enough, saying something like they're all a bunch of terrorists who should've been shot when they stepped off the plane all people are people to me. If I can do 5 classes a week I might just be able to crawl out of my own personal financial crisis.

Also, before it goes viral- "Barack Obama is tired of your motherfucking shit".