A decent night's sleep, followed by a pretty bad day, with the same old litany of complaints, so I won't bother to re-enumerate them. Which, of course, leaves me nothing to talk about, heh. O'wait! I *do* have something to talk about! Andy's divorce is final, and he wound up not getting screwed! Shared custody, so no child support, a completely fair deal. It was final yesterday. So we all went out tonight to celebrate... Karen and I, Andy and Kim and Lacee and Patrick and Matt. Went to Applebees... I got a cheeseburger, eschewing the usual bourbon steak, and I didn't pay any attention to what anyone else got. We wound up with both the kids, they'll be staying Anyway, back to the restaurant... it was too noisy in there to carry on a conversation unless you were sitting next to the person and yelling, and Matt and Lacee were misbehaving, as usual, and I was stuck in the corner, which was OK until my back started bothering me.... I'm going to try something different this weekend, and get up at bout the same time that I get up during the week. It is really tempting to sleep until 11:30, like I did last week, but such a waste of time it is! Plus, I think that sleeping is a thing of rhythms, and I need to establish one. Whether or not I will actually be able to get out of bed, knowing that I have no real reason other than the possibly futile attempt at the establishment of a circadian rhythm, is a question that I will answer here tomorrow. Or not, you know how I am about dropping the ball on such things. Karen and the kids are watching the Michael Jackson special that I taped for her last night. That sure is one weird... guy. I'm hearing bits and pieces as I'm writing this... scary. In the Mail:
On the shelf:
the night.