So its 4:30 and my ass is awake sitting in the living room on my laptop watching a re run of outdoor life on nep. I am exhausted, and not drunk. I went to bed at like 9. Owen was just screaming so I had no choice but to get him and feed him. Ughhhhhhhhhh. Its gonna be a long ass weekend. When I die of exhaustion in a few months, can someone get the words "Par for the course" put on my gravestone. Thanks.