That's the shitty thing about weekends — as soon as I'm rested and a bit rejuvenated, they come to an end.
I had wanted to share the story of a boy I loved dearly who died recently, but I got to rambling and didn't get around to it.
And now I need to go to bed. I've got to work tomorrow and I'm expecting an early morning wake up call from a perky blonde, who has generously agreed to try to help me get on a healthier sleeping schedule by waking my sorry ass up in the mornings. I just had to promise not to cuss her out when she calls!