Excuses to cuss

It's been a long day. I'm glad I'm not washing windows, though. I started out this summer with a job as a window washer and now I"m VERY glad I didn't take it. For one, it would have a required me to wake up an hour earlier, for another, it would have been less pay, and lastly it would have required massive amounts of back-straining labor. Yeah, I'm glad I'm not doing that right now. I guess that this isn't an "I've-been-moving-bricks-all-day" kind of tired... it's more of an "I've-been-teaching-someone-about-bricks-all-day" kind of tired. They're different, trust me.

One of my family's motto's is "It's your own Damn Fault," a fact that never ceased to amuse my cousins and me while growing up ("did you hear gramma? she just CUSSED!"). Basically, my parents would use this saying to drive home the fact that when you make choices, you live with the consequences. As you can imagine, my parents used this a lot when I did stupid things and then complained about it.

Case in point: This last week, one of my roommates got a wireless router for his computer (it's pretty darn nice because I can now use the internet anywhere in the apartment). So, what happens when an apartment of college guys get a router of any sort? Multi-player games, of course! Yep, for the last 3 days, my schedule has been: play Warcraft III until late at night early in the morning, get minimal hours of sleep, wake up and work an entire day, rinse, repeat. So as I complain about being tired, I can hear my grandmother in the back of mind shaking her head and saying in her Brooklyn accent: "It's your own Damn Fault."