I love my wife. I love my little boy. I'm pretty fond of my occupation.
But I like some me time. A few hours to kill any way I see fit.
So that's why I'm sitting here, very late on a school night. Should be in bed, but I'm blogging instead.
Tomorrow morning I'll probably have that stupid dream again. The one where the alarm clock is practicing and it's OK to keep hitting the snooze.
And of course, I'll finally come to my senses, and find myself late once again.
It's trash day, it's raining and blowing, and my ass will be completely damp by the time I get to work. I'm loving it already.