Another day passes, wondering what the Meaning of Life is. But, I, nor anyone, is owed or have a right to that kind of knowledge. And accept that as a fact of life and move on… Anyways, last night, we had celebrated Jerry’s bday. I’m not gonna brag about how old he is to make myself better, ’cause it won’t help me. I’ll accept my mid-life psychological state as a fact of life and move on… besides gathering to eat dinner, and getting drunk afterwards, there wasn’t much to go beyond the conversations then about friendship, dick jokes, and alcohol. It’s some of the things that makes life meaningful.