Yeah, it's been a while. So the three people who read this blog can sue me.

Last night I took Advil PM because I'm tired of falling asleep with random parts of my unwritten novel swimming around in my head, causing me to want to nap at work instead of work at work. For comfort, I took the Punky Skunky to bed with me and let him sleep with his nose in my crotch, one of his favorite snoozing activities. The following conversation took place sometime between 10:30 PM and 5:00 AM, long after I was in a drug-induced coma and the Punky Skunky decided he needed to be awake, out of my crotch, and biting Tim's nose:

T: Can you put him in his room, for fuck's sake?

N: No, I'm sleeping. You put him in his room.

T: No, I'm sleeping!

N: Awfully talkative for a sleeping man.

T: Put him in his room!

N: You want him in his room, you go put him in his room. You know what? I don't think I can have kids with you if you are not going to accept the duties of a responsible father and put your kids in their room.

T: Oh, yeah, it's real responsible parenting to bring your kids to bed with you after you take Advil PM.

N: Shut up.

T: And how are you ever going to be a parent if you can't put your kids in their room because it is dark and scary and lonely.

N: Shut up.

T: Put him in his room!