I got up this morning at 4:45 AM like I always do and I wasn't doing that bad.
I was happy the twins turn 6 months old today.
I think that lasted for five minutes before I remembered what a failure I am
Then my friend called me at 6-something AM and asked if I wanted to go play hockey with him.
And I replied I hadn't gotten the hang of hockey in a wheelchair
And I wasn't feeling up to it.
So then my friend replies,
"Dude, Vince, is this about your nephew? Get over it already, man, and stop being a sissy and come out and play hockey with us."

Now it's 7:08 AM and I've already caved in and I feel awful. Apparently I'm just a big sissy.
I think I need to add that to the list of things I am I hate myself.


sorry to post again