LATE Friday night, 1:23 a.m. This week has been a mother FUCKER.

I’ve past tired a long time ago, to say that this week has been tiring would be and understatement. If it wasn’t for will power and (I’m sorry to say) chemical reinforcement, I would have been down several hours ago. Tonight was the night of the wake at Dani & Allen’s though and there was no way in Hell I was going to miss it. So, as the saying goes, it was time to expend all ammo.

We are finally home and I’m trying to wind down. Here I am in the living room typing away like mad on this thing, waiting for the sleeping pills I’ve taken to kick in and expend some energy so that I don’t make it any more difficult for Angela to sleep than it already will be.
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