Saturday, March 3rd

This boy is tired. I escape from work early and sit on the couch with Nietzsche, and then with the lady. We two sip plentiful Makers while the third watches on from the distance of philosopher's purgatory (which is where he is, no doubt). Damn I'm tired. But it's good to be home. It's nice to have a drink - one drink- and then to bed. The baby will not share the same sentiment.