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This is how my day is going. After waking up, I had to clean up a huge mess of dog diarrhea (almost barfed), my wife is unable to help as her waking period lasts about four hours and she is still pissed that yesterday I "failed" to adequately prepare her coffee. My son looks fried, seems tired, he woke my wife and me up by kicking us in the face. His current state bears a striking resemblance to Nick Nolte's famous booking photo from his DWI. My son is now lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling while smiling and grunting. To top it off, my terrorist comment made Ariel change his AVI. His new photo makes him look kind of schizophrenic. I couldn't fall asleep this morning because for some reason, I began attempting to contemplate the significance of the number "0" as it relates to nothingness. WTF. I think I need to be medicated or perhaps I should just wack myself repeatedly in the testicles with a taffy hammer. FML.
