Death to the Moaning Git

I feel like such a moaner at the moment. I hurt my back, got a bad cold, couldn't sleep, work became INCREDIBLY busy, my macbook broke, blah blah blah, whinge whinge, moan moan. I am eventually over the other side of this pesky time and am slowly becoming the man I used to be again. The refreshed Mr. Play is back on the scene. Have been suffering way too much cabin fever. My buddy AC phoned me on Friday telling me how rubbish it was that I was ill and how he had needed his wing man (namely moi) on Thursday cause of the abundance of lovely ladies out that night. That cheered me up no end. No really it did. I mean I missed out on the ladies, true, but my boy missed me. Then my other buddy DF wanted me to be better on Saturday so we could hang out. I felt so loved again!!! (Should I be admitting this as a fine specimen of heterosexual man? Fuck it). I went and got a flower and picked the petals one by one, "they miss me, they miss me not...".

So I went back to see the familia and just rest. Slept so much I am now Rumple-play-skin. Although I have now shaved off the beard so that similarity ended there. Although I was wandering around the house in my pygamas dripping candle wax everywhere. I grew a beard because
A) I felt sorry for myself
B) I was ill and couldn't be arsed to shave
C) I wanted to feel that I was a big tough guy and the testosterone needed to create a beard helps guarantee this persona
D) I wanted a break from women. When I grow a beard it is a natural woman repellent. I am blonde, but the beard is most definitely ginger!

The reason I shaved this beard today was because I accidentally sent a text intended for one of my friends to my ex. Ooops. The trouble is the content of the message. The friend I sent it to is another ex (I do like to collect them don't I? What a bloody masochist am I, dum de dee de dee). We have been sending each other messages every Friday to cheer each other up. The email or text consists of one nicety about one another. It is a good way to have a smile before starting the weekend. And I sent this to my ex! It looks like text you send to a girlfriend. My ex now thinks I have a new girl and responded in a really horrible, bitchy way. In a manner I would never have expected her to. I explained it was for a friend, I haven't got a girlfriend and don't need one now. But still she was arsey. So fuck her. Time to get out the saddle and see what riding I can do, so to speak. So the illness is almost gone, the beard is vanished and I am ready to hit the town again. I have missed my friends over the last week and a bit, and it is nice to know they have missed me as well.

Let the games begin (and other war cries)!