zip tie Nazis...

So my little dog can dig. No. She can really dig. That fucker can put the auger on an oil platform to some serious shame. I had to walk to the back of my yard a few days ago to retrieve a cat that had inadvertently snuck out and nearly broke my neck stepping into a hole deeper than some trenches in the Atlantic. The only thing saving me from going down was that huge-ass Mongolian with the big hat I stepped on. Man was he pissed.
Anyway...
So the wife and I spent the better part of an evening closing up the gaps in the chain-link fence that surrounds our new yard. Our supplies of choice? Zip-ties and chicken wire, some plastic stakes and a rubber mallet. Oh yeah buddy! Ain't gonna be no digging now. Those gates are so zip-tied closed that I couldn't open them with an act of Congress (not that congress could get much of an act together right now anyway). But I digress. This is hopefully going to be a temporary fix until spring when we can lay some paving stones to keep the dogs from digging under the gate. Time will tell.

I don't usually go into a lot of detail about my life on here but I wanted to put down a few things I have been going through over the last couple of months. It's pretty common knowledge that I was party to the collapse of western society and all rational thought a while back. OK, nearly 8 months ago but who's counting. In that time I have also been working basically 2 full-time jobs and trying to keep up with my responsibilities at home. Weeeeelllllllll, I became what one could describe as a, oh, I don't know, raving lunatic with simultaneous thoughts of violent homicide and severe cravings for bacon. Yum, bacon. And chocolate. Wow look, new knife set! It came to the point that I basically gave up giving any kind of a shit about anything. Not good in the general sense of things. I have only had problems with depression one other time in my life and that was years ago while I was still in high school. That changed recently. I would be angry one minute, depressed the next and wanting to sleep the next. I lost perspective on where my life was heading and how the hell I was going to get there. I didn't care and just knew that there was no end in sight to all the chaos that I found myself caught up in. Not to sound like a PSA but... Today I took a first step into hopefully being able to deal with this. I talked to my doctor and he prescribed this wonderment of creation. Ok, so that's exactly like a PSA but I'm writing this shit. So there. This being day one, I have yet to experience any weird side effects like shaky hands or headache. Maybe I will just get the good ones: Weight loss and jungle-monkey-horniness!
One can always hope :)