Dog wakes me up at 7:30 on my day off. Fuck.

Realize wife is off, so instead of having a relaxing day, fucking around, I’ll be doing her bullshit work all day. Fuck.

Go to the fridge to get a chug of milk…she used the last of it. Fuck.

Open the other side of the fridge to get some apple juice…she used the last of it. Fuck.

At least there’s breakfast. Slice/saute some roast beef, turkey, ham, onion, garlic. Whip up three eggs…hell yea, three egg omelet. Cook one side perfectly, flip…one side gets hung underneath…try to fix, end up with scrambled eggs. Can’t scream, may wake up battleax, Throw spatula. Egg all over the place. Fuck.

Most days aren’t much different than this, I’m just usually much more apt to falsify my discontent for my life.