I am now the proud owner of one small hot buttered rum.
I need it and I’m not a drinker.
I have tons to do tonight and I’m dead tired. I just want to go to bed when I put the small children to bed in a few.
I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow… I want to stay home and mope. I want to work on the Christmas stuff and I’d really like to hang out in my jammies until, oh, about 3pm.
I ate too much today and I’m now sitting here with this hot rum bliss, ready to give it all up.
I’d write more but the apathy is overwhelming.