It is Tuesday night. I am drinking a beer. It is my second.
I am waiting for pizza. Delivery.
My infinitely better half only went overseas on Saturday. I am a stereotype.
On the first night left to own devices I did manage some degree of civility. And a salad.
But apparently it only takes a short time to revert to cave-dwelling monosyllabic ground zero.
Having gone out for drinks last night, I was slightly dusty today. And at this point I figure i should just pretty carry on drinking through the week now.
Fortunately I join up with her tomorrow night. She can iron out those creases again.
