Yawn

Can I just start this off by saying I am so tired. I did my usual Wednesday routine of going out with my mom and her friends. As usual, I got a little carried away and got home a little late. He was not impressed. I said I was sorry and he seemed fine. I thought it was odd, but I just wanted to go to sleep. So I go to bed and I find out why he was fine, he wanted a piece. Yea, nice try. Told him to back off and then the real Larry came out. He started yelling and carrying on. He said everything was off and he was done and he was selling all our tickets today. I told him he could sell my ticket if he wanted, but he wasn’t going to sell everyone else’s tickets because that it not punishing me, that is punishing them. He has gotten me to the point that I don’t want to go home ever. After work, after shopping, after being out, anytime.