It's hard to have fun with your kids when you have to deal with an ex that you literally cannot get along with for even five minutes. Every single word out of my mouth is dissected, and turned against me. Arguments about milk and shit. Ridiculous.
Aside from that, a very long day at work. Low call volume...Dull.

Hight point of my day:
Harold And The Purple Crayon

Partook of the Holy Sacrament whilst awaiting service in the drive-thru at Taco Bell with some friends. Returned from lunch and proceeded to be damn near incoherent for the next few hours of calls. Once again, low call volume, thwarting my chances for overtime and a chance to get caught up on my bills.

When did these fuckers finally figure out how to operate their remote controls?

i wanted to work some overtime but we had low call volume. then i went home and beat off.

What did YOU do that was so fucking important today!?