So, you know what kinda blows?
I had a longish day today - by the time I got close to home I hadn’t eaten in several hours. I was hungry, tired of being in the car, cranky, tired in general, and I almost came home and heated up some leftovers. But, two blocks before I got home, I decided: What the hell? I’ll just stop in here and pick up some takeout.
I don’t usually eat chinese food, but for whatever insanity-based reason that’s what I chose tonight. What’s even more nutty - I got it from Pick-up Stix, which I rank as the most vile excuse for Chinese food - EVER. And hurrah! Surprisingly - even considering how hungry I was - I did not think it was very good food, at all.
I picked up The Boy because the last time he spent five days in a row at his dad’s, he returned a sad, weepy lump of tears because he had missed me so much. He fell asleep twenty minutes after we got home.
And - it’s not even Friday yet. Damn.
