I’m not in my 20s anymore, big shocker. In my twenties I could work 4 ten hour days in a row, go out and get drunk each and every one of those nights and not mind at all. I might have been hung over or still drunk when I arrived, but I didn’t get to tired out or draggy.

Not so now in my 30s. One 12 hour day is about all I can take. I’m going from one job directly to another, 8 – 8 on certain days or even 8 to 9 on Fridays. And I’m sober. I’m so tired by the time I get home I don’t have time for anything else really. The cats, of course, are mad cause I’ve been gone all day.

“Lets go to a movie on Thursday night Jamez.” they say.

I’m tired and have to work Friday night, I have ZERO INTEREST IN SPENDING TIME WITH YOU.