Will it ever end

This day is such a drag we have all these guests from our sister company and the small talk is getting to me. I really shouldn't stay up past my bedtime, it makes me even more bi polar. Tonight I plan to be in bed shortly after kick off. I'm old and I like it.


I'm finding it nearly impossible to find time to read at home. There is no such thing as peace or quite, or simply being left alone. I read before bed, but I'm the first one to bed at my house so that's not playing out too well. So I took a tip from Megan and read at lunch which was by far the highlight of my day. I need to do this more often, it's just the sort of escapism I need.

Since one day I'll drop dead, I'm gonna start blogging my memories of childhood. This will be even more boring and diary like than my daily entries. No doubt it will be self important, woe is me, and starring in my own movie crap that no one will care about. But after going through my father's high school yearbook I found that I had a few hundred questions that will never be answered. If my father had kept a diary no matter how boring I'd like to read it now.

R