Up at 3 AM for no discernable reason and wide awake. Three hours on the damn couch trying to get back to sleep and nothing. We've been having trouble sleeping through the night for a while now. No idea why. We're both frustrated and resentful.
That's a lot of disjointed sentences, but we're sticking with them.
Sometimes we wonder if we should get more personal on this blog. About what exactly? Well, those of you in the know, are in the know. You read a blog long enough and you'll get to know something about the man writing it. We've dropped hints before, people.
Ed would say, it must be tough having a pretty wife, three healthy daughters, a house in a nice town, a lake house and motorboat. Oh, and the career you want. You don't have a drinking problem. You don't have a drug problem. You don't have a gambling problem. You don't even have a porn problem. Shut the fuck up.
Ed would be right. Still...That's the point. Ah fuck it. Here's Bill Whittle.
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