This evening, I am eating a lame, sad desk dinner. Here it is.This means that when I get home at 9:30 or so, I will probably want some real food, but I hate to eat and then go to bed. I won't actually go to bed until 12 or so, but you know what I mean...it is late to eat a meal. Dang it Bobby! Note: You can't tell from there, but that was my Hank Hill voice. It's heelarryus, really. Um, or not.
Geez, this must be my worst post EVER and that is saying a LOT!