How was your day?

     4 words I certainly didn't hear tonight.  What a night.  Work was a mess, I had to work offsite for most of it.  My manager is going on vacation for 2 days.  He deserves it too.  How many people would actually say the following.  "He doesn't get paid enough."  And trust me he is in the 40k area.

     It'll be a hard couple of days for this and that.  And why the posting will slow.  It does however mean overtime for me.  Any regular reader knows I live for that.

     Left after a 9 and half hour day.  I had to go food shopping a bit.  They wanted, Mountain Dew; Fritos; Bread; can of tuna; and chocolate doughnuts.  Every sense in me was tingling.  I broke down and bought 2 cigars.  

     An enjoyable ride.  Still pretty foggy. Oh the fog this morning was absolutely ridiculous.  Was thick as pea soup to be sure.  Made it to work tho.  Was surprised to see it bad again tonight.  So I rode and smoked a bit.

     Got to the supermarket.  Called the house to tell say I was at the market and did they have any ideas for dinner.  Brother in law told me we had it and didn't need to buy it.

     I had the audacity to try to tell him how to make it.  He got frustrated.  I was then glad I had half a cigar left.  It would be a night.  Got a call from my sister to pick up some eggs, I said sure.

     Once the smoke was finished I pulled into my driveway.  It was about 7.  Came home and you could feel the palpable tension.  They'd been fighting.  He'd cleared the sink of dishes.  Was very snappy, which is more like him in the latter part of drinking.  Only he wasn't drinking.  

     Greeted my sister who sat in a mood.  Was in a total bitch state.  Asked about dinner and she said no she wasn't hungry.  I said okay and went to make the tuna.  When done I was summoned to make make her a tuna melt.

     Brother in law had a small melt down as I tried to grasp the situation.  I would get it from my sister in a moment.  I was summoned, she couldn't deal, I had to go and buy her a pack of smokes.  To which I said no.

     Lot's of fighting, screaming and yelling between the two of them.  Over smokes.  Pathetic.  

     As of the conclusion of this little look into my night.  No one has yet to bother to ask me, "How was your day?"

-later