I don’t know how it happened, but I got home just before 6 and the next thing I knew it was almost midnight. And now I have to go to bed so I can wake up and go to a job that I apparently hate so much that I make bad decisions everywhere else in my life. (Dinner at McDonald’s? Check. Spend five hours doing nothing remotely productive? Check. Probably getting breakfast at Starbucks or Dunkin’ Donuts tomorrow? Check.)
I just remembered that I have to read before I can go to bed. Best get to that.