I’m tired, because I stayed up pointlessly late last night. The plus side is I uploaded some stuff on a work drive for the boss quite late, and she told me I looked tired, and thanks for staying up late and all that. I copped to the truth. Whilst uploading her shit, I started watching Blade and listening to my brain cells popping in atrophied death throes.

It’s raining, it’s chilly and I want to take a shower and go to bed. But, now is the time I grab the television remote with wild abandon, clicking away searching for narrative, story-telling fun. Soon, M. will return from his shower, all sparkly clean in his PJs, relaxing into the evening. He will dominate the remote, making mockery of my own programming yearnings.

Watching a bit while he showers, knowing that soon will be a deluge of screaming heads from FOX, MSNBC and CNN when he’s done with his ablutions, is my survival. Honestly, I would hate to stab the guy over Bill O’Reilly.