It was a quiet day on the home front today but work sucked like the wind. I just can’t comprehend how someone could get an alcohol level of 400 and actually still be alive, unconsciousness, but alive none the less. What possesses people to do stupid things like that I’ll never know. Well, that’s not entirely true because I’ve done stupid things but not with alcohol per say. I used to be a cutter. Mainly on my wrists and one of them has been mostly covered up by a tattoo on one wrist. I still think about it every now and then but I try to work out the frustrations now at the gym. At least that is more productive in the department of getting my fat ass to be less fat. Although when you have a mother asking how much more are you going to loose instead of my don’t you look good after losing 36+ kgs I’ll never know. And that’s only one of the many reasons I stay away from my family.