Well so now but I don't have anything to say right now, unless it's that I love beer.
I got off work at 5:30 this morning and Roo offered me a gin and tonic. And while that sounded tempting, and it's really great to come home from a long night at work and have a nice boy volunteer to mix you a drink twenty seconds after you walk through the door, I just wanted a post-work beer. So I'm having one. To me, liquor seems like it should be reserved for either very festive occasions or times of skull-caving depression. Today is neither.
It's getting light out. I'm never going to get to sleep. Never, never, never. Anyone want to go get breakfast?
Hey, I warned you that I don't have anything to say. The entire purpose of this post is to get that horrible picture down there off the top of my page.