Tuesday. Some days I just can't believe how routine my life has become, I mean it's practically dreamless by this stage. Driving to work with Diane is uncomfortable. She listens to sports talk AM radio and smokes another cigarette. If I don't dream up conversation, none occurs. I feel like I've crashlanded on this planet and that I'm the only creature with an original thought.
Took the family out to dinner last night. Cassidy seemed entertained. I walked her to sleep yet again last night. Which I know Diane appreciates. Ha. Ha. Ha. This will only continue as long as I let it. Hey, maybe I'll just drink a lot and gain a hundred pounds to cope with my unhappiness. Maybe I'll hope that Diane becomes more sensitive and caring.
