Life Sucks

Here I sit at the East Bank Club on a lonely Sunday afternoon. I have worked out on the elliptical and rode the bicycle for about an hour combined. Then, I drank  soy milkshake. I am all alone. I know a million people from business dealings, gambling, and being a man about town. But, that does not matter. There is no one to go to dinner with or have a drink with. I do not know what I will do tomorrow because my custom t-shirt business is not booming right now. I am trying to figure out how to promote it. This life sucks.