The Old Man Cometh

Good grief. It's 21:00. Nine in the frickin' evening. I have no alcohol in me, and I'm exhausted. I accomplished almost nothing today, save for washing a car, doing some vacuuming, and writing that long post about why oil is so expensive. Oh, and paying a two hour visit to the reigning Matriarch, which was worth every minute.

However, this is the second day in a row that I haven't accomplished my mission. Tomorrow I have to be up and at work early in order to accomplish my work mission within the allotted time. Last night I was in bed at 21:45. The night before, it was 22:15.

I think I'm turning into an old man.