Thank Fucking Fuck It’s Fucking Friday!
Got to bed an hour late last night, got woke up by a text message from a relative at exactly Midnight and had to fumble fuck around to find my glasses to read it.
Went back to bed and woke up at fucking FOUR THIRTY this morning because I had to piss. The alarm goes off at Five so I said Fuck It and just stayed up.
It’s gonna be a long day because one guy took today off anyway and now I have had shit for sleep.
I can already tell that when I get home I am going to fall into my recliner and take a nap. There is only so much coffee can do after all.
Sleep. Preach it, brother.
I am convinced that there is not much that can’t be cured by a good night’s sleep.
And naps. Fortunately I am get to do both most of the time. The killers are back to back days we babysit our grandson. He arrives at 05:30 because his mom has to be at briefing at 06:00. He is with us about 10 hours. Just coming up on two years old, getting faster and stronger every day.
He has his own syllables for stuff, will start using words any day now. Grampa and Grandma come out “Gaaa” for now. When he calls through the house for us, it’s “GAAAA?” Wife and I have taken to introducing ourselves as Mr. and Mrs. Gaaa.
Sorry about keeping you past your beddy bye time….
When I was working, get up at 3:30 normally. Got in rut of wake at 2:00 with no going back to sleep. What a pisser. Would fall asleep at desk. Sat next to my boss who just grinned. He know it not intentional. Literally would fall asleep in middle of business related conversations. People look at me like I on dope. Not GAF.