Work. Workworkworkworkwork.

I need to win the lottery or something. Work's getting really draining, to the point of my just coming home at night and just flopping down on the couch. I've fallen asleep on the train in the morning pretty much every day, and have even slept past my stop once or twice (luckily, I woke up at the next stop and took the bus back). And there's not even anything /major/ going on at work. No inspections, no union negotiations, not even any really major projects. It's just... the daily grind, getting to me.

It's nice to have someone to come home to. Makes it a bit more relaxing, and it also means I don't have to deal with these cats on my own.

Tomorrow looks to be more of the same. Paperwork, database, type type grumble go home sleep.

Bleh. Bedtime.