It's Monday, West Wing marathon night, and I'm glued to the idiot box, watching one of the only non-idiotic shows out there. Smoking a cigarette, drinking coffee (cream and sugar - lots of both). Just had a quickie with my ex. It's hard to pass up good sex sometimes...
Not a bad evening really. Helps to not think about that tomorrow my work week starts. The 9-5 grind, the mundane, the habitual, the day-in, day-out bullshit. But oh, the needed paychecks...
Not a bad evening really. Helps to not think about that tomorrow my work week starts. The 9-5 grind, the mundane, the habitual, the day-in, day-out bullshit. But oh, the needed paychecks...