I Get It

I've had coffee twice today and I'm still dragging.

Yet tonight's agenda of driving "home" to feed and walk the dogs and spend the evening on the couch with a book and/or basic cable doesn't sound like much of a reward for a day at work. Every day one spends silently pleading with the clock to move faster already should be rewarded by a party of some sort, even if it's just a little one.

Now I understand Happy Hour and why it's so popular. All those drunk people have desk jobs.