I just woke up. I am so so so sleepy.
But I promised the kid we'd hit the beach today, and if we don't get there early we have to walk for miles to get a parking spot. The nice thing is I can sleep when I get there. He wants to go so he can eyeball the girls, I believe. I never thought my perfect little angel would become a hormonal slutpuppy of a dude.
Not that I have anything against slutpuppy dudes.. I just didn't want him to turn into one. I had visions of him being celebate until the age of 47, when he decided a life of charity and celibacy was a bit overwhelming and that he'd like a normal life for a short while, now that his mother was dead.
Or something like that.