All Of My Days Have Been Misspent
Funny...you would think that all of the above things would make for interesting writing but really...well, not really.
At work, I clean up shit, piss, vomit and blood all day. When I come home some days, I am so sick of animals that I can't even stand for mine to touch me.
Nothing is happening on the divorce front. It isn't ugly. We don't fight. We just don't care. And that isn't a good thing....
And the obsession with the Olympics..well it grows stronger by the day. As a matter of fact, I am scheduled to get up in less than 5 hours but yet I am awake because I NEEDED to see if Paul Hamm could pull off the gold medal. And damned if he didn't and damned if I didn't sob like Paul and I had been best friends since we were knee high to a grasshopper.
Now I have to set the recorder to record the Women's gymnastics and Beach Volleyball because tomorrow night I will be on a plane to San Francisco.
