I'm living in a spare bedroom, I'm working in a spare bedroom, my life for the moment is in a spare bedroom. This is my life, a measured 13 x 13 room. My wife is all quite pleasant, she cooks wonderful meals, coffee is standing ready in the morning, we sit and watch the news, my clothes get washed and I'm generally left to my own devices.
Unfortunately, this bitch in one bad ass mood. It's like walking around with a rattlesnake in the room. One wrong move and I'm going down. I've rationalized about my need to stay home, bad economy, life's turn of events. My checklist is complete. But it's all BS.
You gotta face facts. Sleeping with boys and being married, well that just ain't a good combo, no matter what the guy at Jack in The Box is telling you (or how hot he is). The excuses loom. But I'm in my comfort zone. Or am I?
No, I'm not comfortable. In fact the whole house isn't comfortable. It's all strange. I'm not sleeping well, in fact, I only sleep well with my brown pup tucked securely under my arm and where the f*ck is he? In some deep freeze in Canada. Great.
I see this all as hard and you have two options. Shirk from responsibility or step up to the plate. I don't care about this n' that, that's all tactical. Life is too short not to do the right thing. So I'll give myself until the New Year, but this base camp, I'm in, is temporary. It will be time to pack up and get underway again soon, first of the year, Alpha 5 moves out. Come along, bring your own damn rations.