only 15 minutes til bedtime

Oh crap. Its already 9:45 on a Sunday night and I have yet to ready the buckets for tomorrows customers. The back of the Corolla jammed packed with used cleaning rags and half filled bottles of Mr. Clean and Sparkle glass cleaner from Friday's jobs. I didn't get drunk or stay out late or do any catting around, and yet here we are again. No blurry recollections of getting wasted in someone's garage, popping open can after can of cold Miller Lite, then driving home on the interstate, shivering and on the brink of vomiting as the pre dawn sky unfolds on the frosty landscapes home. And that would qualify as one of my 'fun' weekends in recent years.