The freeloaders just seized control of my bladder, which means I can’t pee till I get to Scot’s and see if he wants me to put on any piss shows. We’re going to leave in an hour.

Depending on how early he gets out of work on Friday the 15th, our 7th anniversary, we might go to Red Lobster. That’s the day they’ll start booming again too, if they stick to last year’s schedule, so keeping a schedule will be even easier. I allow myself one day off a week, usually a Saturday or a Sunday, where my schedule doesn’t revolve around the freeloaders, and I catch up on my sleep. By then I usually need 10-11 hours, after sleeping less than 8 hours a night for a week.

Later...

No piss test today. Just quickly saw Scot in a little courtroom you’d never think existed in such a tiny town that’s not even incorporated. But, with the way Arizona goes after so many people for the dumbest things, I guess they’d need it.

I asked him how the wedding was. He said it was good. Especially since he wasn’t the one getting married. He said he’d try to make it out to the house this month, but with the warrant team he’s on, he’s been busy (he’s like a bounty hunter, going after those that skip).

So for now, once again my bladder belongs to me, and so does my sleep. Tomorrow I’m sleeping in.

I miss my Teddy Bear!