Late Night

After a typical day of work, I come home completely and inexplicably exhausted.  I go to sleep around 10:45-11:30 (in my opinion this is sleeping with the blue hairs).  Unfortunately dinner usually gets around to happening at 9:00.  If I insist of sleeping with the blue hairs, I might as well start eating with them because a full balanced meal at 9pm is just asking for a full balanced ass dimple/pocket/unruly bit.  

Tonight's late night feast happened thanks to my last minute dash to find microsoft office for my macinac.  Life is expensive.  Dinner didnt happen until 10 and Tom SLAVED over this awesome sauce so I felt the need to enjoy it even though I could hear my weightwatcher leader screaming in my ear, "DONT EAT PAST 8PM YOU WANKER" 

Hence the point of my post: I'm exhausted but I'm making myself stay up at least 1.75 hours after dinner to ensure some form of digestion.  Balls