I’m suffering.  right now, i’m suffering.  i burned my dinner, my wife is ready to be tucked in, but we were just arguing, so i don’t feel like it.  i’m busy.  i don’t have time for this bullshit.  my son’s ready for me to say goodnight too. he’s 12.  no problems there.  my teen ager, the 18 year old, is twanging away on his guitar while the cats eat burned food from the bowl i haplessly put on the floor.

I’m stuck here, gotta say good night to wife. if i don’t she’ll fall asleep anyway, but then i’ll feel bad later after i’m not mad anymore.  what i really want to do is sit here and blog about my suffering.  that’ll have to wait I guess.