. . . or to at least temporarily escape the boring monotony of reality anyway.
I think I've just figured out that I'm not wanting to sleep so much lately only because I'm tired.
I think I've just figured out that I'm not wanting to sleep so much lately only because I'm tired.
That's kinda sad.
That sucks.
So, I have a Friday and Saturday night off for the first time since, what, like last March?
And are we doing anything special about it?
Nope.
Red's having a friend spend the night tonight. Then she has 5 1/2 hours of dance class and rehearsals tomorrow. And T-man agreed to keep the eldest grandson overnight tomorrow night.
That will bring us around to Sunday, when I'll have to work again.
Well, I guess, if you consider going to the pumpkin patch to be somethin' special, then . . . we'll likely be doing that tomorrow night.
I swear though, to hear them bitch about not being able to do stuff because I have to work.
Whatever.
Can't win Fred.
Keep trying though.
Keep on trying.