Its -10C/14F outside and there is a light snowfall. The wind is cold and whistle's right through, as if it meant to steal the heat you so desperately need. My Jeep sits outside idling waiting for the warmth to once again fill the cabin, so I can depart. But for now I will settle on writing some down.

The going away party was lots of fun, and lots of people showed up. I wasn't going to drink or get at all intoxicated, but a good friend showed up from work. He looked kind of down from a sixteen hour day at work, so I bought us a pitcher of beer. And we drank till are bellies were full, and everything seemed alright and especially funny. The rest of the night was spent driving around with my friend Tasha, and another gal named Jordan. Who, somehow beat me in Shotgun, and then reversed the rules on me so quickly I didn't have time to recover from such a devastating attack. I was down trodden, and beat...

Today the house is quite, except for the tapping of the keyboard. No ones around except for me and the cat, who isn't that concerned about anything other then the fireplace at the moment. Quite times always turn into thinking times, and thinking times always turn into "what if?" times. Which isn’t always that great, as you ponder on what could have happened if you would have done something just a little bit differently? Sometimes I wonder what people think of me, or how they view me. If they were asked to say one word that describes me best, what would they say? I am not really worried about what they would say, but its kind of interesting to see what the views of other people are. Even if they aren't that important to how it will affect you in anyway possible, but the question to looms... "What if?"