Don't you understand? HE NEVER SLEEPS.
So, last night, I stayed out until 1:30 am, shopping. When I got home, I suddenly remembered that I had never paid the water bill. I spent 30 minutes looking for the damn thing, only to find that it was in my pocket, the entire time. I seriously got so mad I had to go outside and vent, for a while. I came home and fell soundly asleep on the sofa before I could even consider going upstairs.
I really, really, really, really, really need more rest.
Janice just moved jobs at dear old OMX, so I've had to move my schedule back another 30 minutes (so that someone will be home with the girls, and they won't have hours and hours to contemplate killing one another), meaning that this is unlikely to happen. I know it's childish, but I look forward to this in much the same way that I would an execution. The idea of getting less sleep than I already do makes me want to cry like a child. It's also going to create issues with Ian and I's band practice...to say the least. It may actually make it totally impossible.
Wheeee!
I really, really, really, really, really need more rest.
Janice just moved jobs at dear old OMX, so I've had to move my schedule back another 30 minutes (so that someone will be home with the girls, and they won't have hours and hours to contemplate killing one another), meaning that this is unlikely to happen. I know it's childish, but I look forward to this in much the same way that I would an execution. The idea of getting less sleep than I already do makes me want to cry like a child. It's also going to create issues with Ian and I's band practice...to say the least. It may actually make it totally impossible.
Wheeee!