Glad I am not alone with these sad sacks on here tonight, although I feel they are having more drama than me! My man and I worked. We came home. We grilled steaks and baked potatoes, steamed some broccoli, made yeast rolls. We drank red wine. We watched TiVo – Walking Dead. We screwed. He went to sleep. I’m reading the interwebs while farting his c**. I’m wondering where I went wrong in life to be missing out on all the angst and drama .