Chasing Sleep and Laughing in French…

I spent most of today trying to sleep. Not actually sleeping mind you, but trying to get there. So if I were a normal person, who actually got to sleep at night, my brand of insomnia would make me a “Slow Sleeper.” However, I am not on a normal cycle of sleep, so I am not sure if my issue is insomnia or if my problem is, I am the truest form of a diurnal creature, requiring that I should sleep only at night.

For those of you who are not familiar with insomnia, to be a “Slow Sleeper,” is to simply have a hard time getting to sleep. Generally once you are asleep you sleep well, unless of course you try to go to sleep at 9PM and don’t get to sleep until 3AM and have to wake up at 5AM. That would completely suck. My issue is simply, I feel the need to be awake during the day, and when I lay (or do I lie, this always gets me effed up) there, my mind stays in drive and sometimes, because I want to sleep so badly, my mind revolts and shifts into overdrive. My thoughts drift from one subject to another, a streaming consciousness. One moment I could be thinking about the Hell-hole I drive to 4 days out of the week to work, or having good sex with my wife or simply having an intense fucking session with her, to money matters, or what I need to do to the yard. I found myself last week while struggling to sleep one day thinking about a pond I want to build in the yard.

This pond thing is an obsession that I have had since we moved into our house, but it has never risen up the priority list and now with us struggling for every buck we can muster, it has dropped very far down on the priority list. But I digress… chasing sleep today pissed me off. I crashed out well enough around I estimate 10AM or maybe a little after. I actually left the office on time today and was able to get home in a decent amount of time, to eat some food, pop an ambient, and drift off to dreamland. Unfortunately just after 3PM, my daughter toddled over to the stereo receiver that she has just started to be able to reach with the assistance of a toy she uses as a platform to climb on, and I guess thought to herself, “Gee, what the fuck does this button do, I have never been able to reach this thing before.” Next thing I know, my eyes fly open, and I bolt awake. All four channels of the stereo, are blaring.

I get my shorts on, go to the landing over looking our great room, and my daughter is staring up at me with this blank look on her face, like “what are you looking at me for, I didn’t do anything… Nope.. that thing turned itself on, I have just been sitting here in my playpen all this time.” Well, my monkey-like daughter would climb to the roof if she could figure out how to perform such a feat. She climbs in and out of her playpen like you and I sit on and leave a chair. I yelled for my wife, but she was nowhere to be immediately found. I figured she was in the laundry room or something with the door closed so the dogs couldn’t follow her. So I go down and turn off the receiver, tromp back upstairs and slam the door (I bet if you go to Mimi’s Blog, look to the very first link, you will read this same story form her account). As I come to find out she was shooting baskets for a few moments while she was taking something out to the garage.

I (now I am back to this fucking conundrum, whether I lay or lie on a the bed, grrrrr) lay back down and try to go to sleep. Not gonna happen. So about 4:30, I give up, come downstairs, grab a snack, have some soda and announce I am going to watch a movie and see if I can sleep. I get back into bed, turn the flick off a couple of times and try to sleep. At around 6:30 I give up again. I get up and go hang out with my wife and daughter, my son is at a sports activity, so its just the three of us till 7PM. Then Mimi makes dinner, and about 8PM I try it again, but no luck. A little after 9PM I go down to see my wife (the kids are now in bed). I hung out with Mimi for a bit, then decided I wanted a blow job. So I announced I was going to get a shower and asked if she wanted to come up too. Well by accounts, I spent almost as much trying to get to sleep as I actually slept to begin with. It is almost 2 AM and I feel like I have sandpaper inserts in my eyelids and want to collapse on my desk and chase some more sleep! I am also pulling some extra hours tonight, so I only have 10 hours left for tonight.

On the positive side, I got an awesome blow job from Mimi. If a certain visitor was not around, more would have occurred; I really wanted to go down on her… but not that badly. Now if you wanna know about the blow job, you have to see her blog.

I will try not to drag this entry out much further, but as you see I can be wordy. I do not talk nearly as much as I write, but I do like to write or tell a good story, or at least what I think is a good story. I also use a bit of profanity and I fucking love to drop the F-Bomb. Not sure why, but as you can tell I fucking love it, so bear with me!

I try not to tell much about my job to maintain additional anonymity, but I can tell you I deal with international colleagues quite often. Asians are sometimes hard to understand, but I like most all cultures, in general, from Asia. It may be, because I lived in the Pacific and Asia for a number of years off and on, but Europeans, they are a different story. It maybe that my military background queered the deal when it comes to Europeans., I really do not know. I have a hard time with many Europeans in general but none more than the French.

I have already commented about the French several times. Now if someday this blog gets into circulation and I start offending you Frogs, sorry, but from where I sit, you are all a bunch of arrogant bastards that thumb your nose at America after all we have done for you!

So what got me going? A simple fucking email. I did not ask for a whole lot, just a simple effing status.. I had one of my people send an email to a partner company requesting they provide some status on an issue we were monitoring. My guy gets an email saying he is not authorized to be provided the status we requested. OK, so I try to keep my cool. Unfortunately I was tired, had been up all night, and the last thing I need is some dickhead telling my folks we could not get status on an issue for one of our clients that we hired their company to support.

So, I tell my guy, no problem, and ask him to call the person who sent the email and conference me onto the call. I get onto the call, and explain who I am and what my position is with my company, then request he send us an email with the status. He tells me that he cannot, then I ask him, why is it that he can tell me on the phone status, as he had just done, but cannot send an email. He tells me it is out of process. Okay, now I am in desperation of losing it with this mealy mouth ass-hat. I once again explain to him, his company, although a partner, is our sub-contractor and I want an email. He tells me that he cannot, but asks me if I would like to speak to his supervisor.

So next thing I know another frog eating sub-genius gets on the phone, and tells me the same fucking thing as if he is some automaton from a Michael Chriton novel, like I am in “FrenchWorld of the Non-Helping Ass-hats” or some such nonsense. Then this supervisor starts in on all this shit that sounds like something out of Monty-Python, and how they are not our slaves, but partners, and that we cannot ask of him something that is not clearly stated and so on and so on. I am feeling like I am listening to a French version of Terry Gilliam or something, I wanted to tell this guy, “I fart in your general direction!” just to turn the tables a little bit since I was in a real life version of the Holy Grail. So now he launches into some silly analogy about driving a fucking car and both of us driving and blah, blah, blah. At this point I say his name over and over till he shuts the fuck up, and ask him if he is going to send the email to me or not. He says, emphatically he will not (with his freaking accent I felt like someone was running their fingernails down a blackboard), and so I tell him to send the email to another group I KNOW is on his process, and tell him to have those Ass-Clowns to forward the status to my folks. So just like that, he agrees he can perform that task. I cannot believe this shit. We have just spent 20 minutes discussing an email that would take 2 seconds to forward and instead it has to go through another group just to get back to my group because this guy is not a fucking “slave” (that was part of his nonsensical analogy) of my organization.

All I can say is WTF… About thirty minutes later, I go talk to one of my managers, who just spoke to the ass-hat supervisor I spoke to, and she was literally laughing when I walked in. She looks at me and says to me “well, I was just speaking with P and he said, I think Jay was peesed off!” She then asked P if that was a technical term, he was not humoured by the question. So I ask my manager if she knows how to laugh in French, she says no… So then I do the Pierre Lumberjack laugh… uh Huuuuh. She laughed again. We discussed the “new” process which is just as asinine as the other, but I just said okay, shrugged my shoulders and left for what I had hoped would be a blissful day of sleep.

How ironic that thought was, you know?

Mimi’s Blog – Love Don’t Cost A Thing

So, passively I have convinced my wife to start her own blog which will compliment mine. I hope to provide the other half of the story so to speak.

I have spoken of my wife in general and in regards to one of our escapades. She is quite the beautiful woman with dark curly hair, beautiful brown eyes, a great smile, wonderful body, she is incredibly intelligent, and has a wonderful sexual appetite. I am glad and lucky she is my wife.
So with that said, if you are browsing my blog check hers out so you get he perspective on our life too, plus when discussing our sex-capades, you get it from both perspectives.

Being a Vampire is Not Like the Movies…

So, back in the day, I recall working all day long, then going home, taking a shower after going to the gym possibly and then out to dinner with the guys. After dinner it was off to the clubs, then home by 4AM, and up by 5:30 or 6AM for PT (physical training). And the day started all over again. Out of a week, I might have gotten two nights with eight hours of sleep and then a nap here and there on the weekends depending upon what was happening. But I could do this for weeks on end. It may have been because I was in the best shape of my life, and I was young, and my body could take the abuse. Today things are much different.

These days I work a shitty job at night (this is a common theme so far, and yes I am working very hard to change the situation) which forces me to sleep during the day. I recall one time in my life where I had to sleep sitting up, in the mud with rain coming down on me with only a poncho to cover me. I was in the Army, and I recall that those few hours of sleep were wonderful. I had been up and awake for pretty much three days straight at that time. There were other rough sleeping conditions, but that one always stands out in my mind. My Dad told me he slept in a swamp standing up in Ranger school propped up against a tree. I never believed him until I made the parallel to my sleeping event.

Today however, I come home and have a hard time sleeping during the day. I know it is psychological, because if you are tired enough you can sleep almost anywhere as has been cited above. However, I am a professional, who is expected to perform in an office environment at off hours, and on top of that I have other responsibilities. So during the day when vampires are sleeping, normal people are conducting business, taking care of their family, spending time with their kids and their wives, and doing things in the yard, and around the house. I come home and have to sleep.

So at first when I started this crappy job I knew I was going to have a problem with sleep. I have a hard time taking a nap on those lazy Sunday afternoons, even after some good sex. I must tell you I did not volunteer for this job, nor did I seek it out, I was simply drafted by management three levels above me. They had a need, and they said, hey get Jay, he can do it. So they went to another organization, made a trade, like I was some fucking baseball player, and said ok Jay, you are working for our team now. This is what you are going to be doing, and oh yeah, it’s at night. I basically had no fucking choice, other than to walk out.

Now, I have to make an admission, I came quietly because I let myself be duped. They said, hey… just try the night thing and if it doesn’t work out we will swap you out.” Like what the fuck was I thinking? Corporate America is out to make money, it doesn’t give a shit about its employees, and the cogs of the machine will fuck you as soon as help you. That is just how CA works. If you choose to be a CA pawn then you have to expect to be bent over and expect little to no lube. I did, and so today I am sitting here at fucking 12:33 AM bitching about being a Vampire. Wouldn’t be bad if I was sucking the blood of some hottie and stealing away with fortunes of money, but I am just turning white and pasty in cube Hell!

So at first, I was talking to a buddy of mine about my sleeping problem. Oh, yeah, I should point out there are kids running around our house all the time, from under two years old to 13 come late afternoon. All total, at any given time, there could be five to six kids in my house with no basement. Not really the ideal situation for daytime sleeping. My buddy says no problem man, next thing I know, I am coming home in the morning smoking out. Sweet blissful sleep came upon me with little trouble. The problem, I would still wake up five, six or seven hours later feeling completely un-rested and dreading my upcoming night. I stopped doing that in January for two reasons. For one, I realized this job was going nowhere fast, and secondly I read an article about marijuana and sleep where I learned deep REM is not achieved, thus I would always feel un-rested and my body truly does not get good sleep.

At that point, I realized I need to get the THC out of my system and get some good sleep. I tried to do it the natural way, then gave up, and off to the doctor’s office. So these days I am an ambien junkie, well only the days I have to sleep. Funny thing is, I can sleep perfectly on my days off where I sleep like a normal person.

So here I sit, on yet another busllshit call, where the dog seems to be chasing its tail.

Now as I come on tonight, I have a lingering cold, one of many since starting this job. Frustrated that my many resume’s have not been answered, that the three interviews I have recently been on turned up nothing, and once again defining and identifying my real friends and buddies.

This whole entry is about me bitching and complaining. I am doing the same mindless dribble that tends to hack me off about other blogs. So at this point I am going to close. I need to do a few things and then I am going to attempt to post another entry. This one about my wife, Mimi.

*Shopping, Dinner & G-Strings...

So as not to have to deal with prose regarding my suck-ass job or other drama, I will start putting an asterisk (*) next to any posts that involve sexual entertainment.

I have been lurking in a voyeuristic way examining blogs since January. It’s not that I did not know what a blog was but for the most part, I generally related ”blogs” to web-tes where people went to read about other people’s philosophical bullshit, their pathetically boring and depressing lives or about politics.

In an ironic twist, here I am droning on about my pathetic existence in this hell hole I am forced to drive to each day while being beaten down that every day I enter this domain of bullshit containing the shitstorm of confusion and ass grabbing. However, droning on about that is not the purpose of this post.

One day I discovered a whole new genre of blogs. I was doing a search on one thing, then another and then another; sort of a conscious stream of searching keying off different things spurring my interest. The next thing I know, I have found this blog about this chick who was an intern in DC during 2004. Apparently she started supplementing her income by meeting and taking gifts from different people in DC. She did not characterize herself as a prostitute, and in general neither would I, because she was fucking about anyone who she could get her hands on whether they actually gave her anything or not. In the most technical sense, she was certainly a prostitute, but at the moment I am whoring myself out to keep my family afloat by doing what I do at the moment.

This girl after some time, told too much about herself on her blog and things started leaking and the fact she was doing some pretty kinky stuff got around. The blog made news (meaning national news) and she got thrown out of her intern gig. What I stumbled on was a sex blog. Pretty cool, since I am somewhat a voyeur. So instead of worrying about someone walking up on me in my effing cube (I haven’t lived in a cube in many years) doing something stupid like looking at nudie pics, which I wouldn’t do, since I need the money I am making at the moment, I started reading these blogs on my down time.

So after reading that blog, I found other blogs, like “A Taste of the Good Wife,” “Luci’s Dream,” and a myriad of others. I also stumbled onto a couple of sites for erotic reading(Literotica, Aphrodite Unlaced, and several others) , one of which my wife reads quite often. So this brings me to the reason of this post.

My wife, Mimi, is an exhibitionist (she has her voyeuristic side as well), and I am a voyeur so we go well together. But last night we were talking before I had to leave the house, about our toddling daughter. Apparently, she has gotten to that stage where she has started to figure out clothes can not only be put on, but taken off too. Also she has figured out she gets a rise out of us when she takes her clothes off. So Mimi and I are discussing our daughter’s latest escapade where she was up for some time after her nap running around in her room not just taking her clothes off, but her diaper too. I laughed and said that is bad, my wife says, yeah she can’t keep her clothes on. Then I said sort of like her mother, reminding me of something we did just a few weeks ago.

On one of our few nights outs that we get these days, we went out to get Mimi some new clothes, then to dinner. After getting her some new clothes which included super low-rise Capri’s and a black shirt, we came home and she changed into the Capri’s and this sleeveless black shirt which gives you a nice look down the “V” if she bends over. The other nice thing about her bending over is the g-string she changed into, also comes out nicely showing just a hint of her ass. She also changed into a new pair of CFM pumps that we had gotten for her shortly after Christmas. We arrived at the restraint and were quickly seated. We ordered some drinks and began looking at the menu, while also casually looking around the restaurant. I know this guy sitting diagonally from us kept checking Mimi’s ass out the whole time we were eating. I smiled. We had a nice dinner, I think probably the first “date” we have had since before Christmas, drank some wine, and talked. By the end of dinner she was feeling quite toasty. We discussed what we wanted to do after dinner, which included going to a club downtown, a peep show or a strip club. As it turned out by the time we left, the time was so late that we could not go downtown since we have become suburban dwellers. We do have responsibilities like having to meet the grandparents in the morning and get the kids.

Ultimately we got a bottle of wine and intended upon finding somewhere to drink it and go from there. With wine and glasses in hand, we headed out, and I got this idea, of something I always wanted to see Mimi do. So I went to this new subdivision, and we turned in by the clubhouse, and I told Mimi to get out of the car and undress. I put the lights on her, and slowly, off came her top. The place was secluded, but not completely so, and should have someone driven by, she would certainly not have been hidden.

Next the blouse came off, and then the Capri’s, she was moving in front of the headlights dropping her clothes seductively, then her finally her bra dropped to the sidewalk. I motioned for her to come over then, and with my pants unzipped, she started sucking on my cock. Mimi handed me her clothes and I threw them in the backseat. Forgetting about the wine, and after some very nice sucking and licking I told her to get back in the car. Wearing only heels and a g-string, she hopped back in the car. We drove down the road, where there was a nature trail. I thought for sure that there would be some sort of picnic tables or benches where we could continue our escapades.

We parked, turning the lights off, and out of the car Mimi came, clothed in heels and her little black g-string. She makes me so horny when she decides she cannot keep her clothes on in public. The place we parked and the entrance to this trail is pretty open, so we moved briskly, with me walking on the side slightly shielding her from the road. But as cars came by I could tell they slowed down some, as we were in the open and although at the time she did not think so, I knew she was pretty much exposed, which made me hornier.

Down the path we moved, and alas, no benches. We found some steps, where I pulled her to me, and then sat down, pulling her closer. I lifted her leg and started licking her very wet pussy. She moaned and pushed on my head as I moved the little bit of fabric from her g-string to get at her lips. Then off came the g-string. Mimi pulled me up, and bent over. I slid inside her very easily and so warm was her little pussy. After a few minutes, she started moaning louder, and I started moving faster, and her fingers started moving over her clit faster.

This whole time we were in distant view of the main road, and part of the parking area of the place we had parked. Above us, the stairs on which we were enjoying ourselves, went to a parking lot. Mimi was rocking back and forth her breast swaying with her body, her fingers massaging her clit, me clenching her hips, and my cock moving in and out, faster and faster, and her moaning turning into almost yells, as she told me to fuck her. Then two cars turned and I was sure they were going into the parking area. We moved faster and then from deep inside me, I felt the eruption of my cum into her wet pussy. I was shocked by the cars turning in and lost control. I told her about the cars and we quickly moved apart. She quickly put the g-string back on, and started worrying about if someone saw her. I told her they would see this hot looking MILF, as I was pretty sure the cars belonged to teenagers or very young 20-somethings.

We got back to the car, and once again, I am pretty sure a couple of the cars slowed as we came up the walk because Mimi was totally exposed. Driving away, we saw the two cars parked at a building right next to the parking lot we had parked. If they had been paying attention, they may have seen a naked woman sitting next to me as we drove away, but I am sure they were not that attentive. We did end up home sometime later after getting some let night desert, and I took care of Mimi as she truly deserved.

I do love my wife and the fact she cannot keep her clothes on.

London Calling & Storming Normandy...

So I started this blog to bitch and complain for the most part. I also want to kiss and tell about my wife, since she will probably enjoy reading about some of the things we do from an erotic perspective.

So I have been sitting on a call for about two and a half hours now. I have a senior manager working with some of our people in the European group. How resistant these people are when trying to engage them. They dodge all of our questions, and nicely refuse all attempts to do what we ask them. So quaintly do they direct you in the way they want to go, and refuse to work in the manner we require. Of course, I am not directing any of this. I gather they would not enjoy my style of direction, especially with the arrogant indifference they show upper management.

I did not start this blog to air my political beliefs, mainly because I remain too tired to debate such things with people… one of the byproducts of the crappy shift I am on and the rigid constraints that govern me. No free thinking in this hell hole. But what I am going to say is that I recognize much of the world looks at us as arrogant, and imposing. However, we (America) is the wealthiest country in the world, with the largest military force in the world, the most free country in the world, and ultimately the country that all others look to when they need help. We Americans are by far, the most generous and helping in the world as a collective. We put the lives of our military troops on the line to free countries of the tyranny of others (This does not just include Iraq and Afghanistan, but back many decades in the past), we give our own money, not just the money given by the government, to other peoples in other countries. This includes those who consider us their enemy. Without trying to create a huge political debate, which I will not entertain, I think we Americans are in general, some of the most inclusive and humble people, who look to help others. Now also bear in mind I am not naïve to think that our country exists the way it does today due to philanthropy, but I still think in general we are nice people.

My issue with this call, as I sit here and monitor, is that these Europeans maintain a condescending attitude, projecting those same things they say about Americans and the United states. It is a huge hypocrisy. I understand these people are a subset of and small representation of Europe, but one cannot help but generalize when that is how they perceive us.

So I am pretty tired, and am having now to fend off fires that seem to pop up right at the end of my shift. So I am off to work, but reflecting on this post, it is sort of humorous that it took almost six hours to write this and probably another hour to edit and actually get it posted while I do everything else. Possibly I will write about something more interesting tonight.

Rasing Our Kids to be Wusses (Is that a real word?)...

Well, holy shit that is a real word ("wusses") per dictionary.com and word reference.com. So I am not going to go into the definition, we all know what the term WUSS, is all about.

So I had lunch with a buddy of mine today and we were talking about our boys who are very similar in a number of ways. So I asked him if his son has been or is having any issues with kids picking on him in school. My Buddy says, as a matter of fact, there is this kid who is a little smaller than his boy who has been taking cheap shots while playing during recess. And he was in a dilemma about the whole thing. This is a story I heard just the other night verbatim from my son.

Now I have to admit it’s not the first time, but many things seem to be coming to a head with my son, and it pisses me off because I feel almost as if we have emasculated our boys and turning them into wussy boys. The tough kids are the punk-ish sneaky sniveling boys who take cheap shots at the end of a play, or make that late hit, or throw the basketball when the other kid is not looking. Then when he is caught, the kid looks at the teacher, “oh it was an accident, I didn't mean to do it," and so the fucking teacher lets this little prick get away with it.

In my day, I would have kicked the kid's ass. In fact I used to get into trouble for fighting at least a couple of times a year until I was a junior in high school. And basically by then, people just didn't want to fuck with me in general. My buddy is the same way, he grew up fighting and kicking ass and getting his ass kicked. The difference between then and now, kids brig guns to fights. And let’s face it, therein lies the problem with kids now. No discipline. Like that little girl who got handcuffed.

I thought that was horrible. I mean I could not believe I saw three cops cuffing this five year old. I would be beyond livid if that were my daughter. BUT... then I heard the back-story... God the media fucking pisses me off sometimes. SO the back-story is the girl had been in trouble before, she was sent to the Vice Principal, who called the mother and asked her to pick the little girl up because she was unable to stay at school anymore that day. The mother says, oh, no problem I will be there in an hour to an hour and a half... WTF is that? I mean you have a kid that is acting up and you say you will be there in 90 minutes, and then have the audacity to tell the school under no circumstances should you physically retrain or discipline the child. Mean while the child is throwing fists, and jumping on tables, etc... SO the school calls the county school police, and they cannot immediately respond, so then, they cal the REAL police who come in and have to restrain her. This all because this mother cannot control nor cares about controlling her fucking child... This woman needs a hysterectomy on demand!

SO I have my kid, who doesn't know what the fuck to do, and he is pretty upset. On top of this he has a little girl in the neighborhood that is a spiteful little bitch and gives my son hell most every day. He won't go after her because he knows he is not supposed to hit girls. As of late I have had to make a few rule changes. So I advised my so, the next time a kid at school takes a cheap shot, he should get up and put the kid down on the ground himself. And the same goes for this little girl in our neighborhood. Will he do it? Probably not, because he is a good kid. Unfortunately, at least in some respects, I have a mean streak, and when provoked it goes into high gear. My son did not get that from me. He is much like his mother.

We shall see what happens if anything.

Something to Say...

Unbeknownst to me I have started, and even maintained blogs before, but it was definitely before they were specified as web logs and definitely before who ever coined the word Blog!

So I work at this pretty shitty place and find myself spending part of my time acting out my voyeuristic tendencies by reading people's blogs. When I get deeper into this whole blogosphere thing I will make links to "Taste of the Good Wife" to Chris's Blogs or other such blogs I enjoy. However, at the moment I am going to open this by telling a little about myself and then when I am able, I will bitch and complain.

The purpose of this blog is truly to bitch and complain about a myriad of things specifically pertaining to my life. Currently I am living in what I feel is a perpetual purgatory, and I am on the edge of pursuing some type of Faustian deal if I could find the right agent. Therefore, I have decided to take my thoughts and frustrations into the infinite world of the internet.

So here I shall speak my peace and if anyone stumbles upon my personal rumblings maybe they will leave whatever kind comments they have. More than likely my clientele will look at this as pure middle class America dribble and speculate I have not a fucking clue about misery and despair. Oh contraire; but I am not planning on making a concerted effort to tell about my life and explain how I know most of what I am spouting is minor despair and misery in the scheme of the world. In short I am not looking for approval, just a place to bitch about people I know, my professional situation, and general petty bullshit I come across on a daily basis.

To make things interesting I will pepper the reading with things about my wife which, on most days, is a horny little nymph.

So I do not have to deal with some bullshit 250 words or less limit in a description block, I am a normal kind of guy in middle class America. Born in the South, traveled a bit around the world till my mid-twenties and settled down back in the South ever since. I am Republican and conservative, with a few moderate views. I have a two story house, 2 kids, two cars, and several pets. I have debt up to my effing eyeballs, and I have a shitty job in the IT industry that I am desperately trying to get out of and was roped into after being laid-off last year while safely ensconced (or at least so I thought) in a senior management position. I work fucking nights, and have persistent daytime insomnia. So I am generally tired and in a zombie like state, pissed off at the world, trying to enjoy spending time with my wife and kids or in a drug induced sleep.

So, in brief, thats a little about me... But now I am going to bitch some!