FUCK

My god, I'm such a sloth. I don't know how my wife puts up with me. I sit around all day, doing various things on the computer, pausing only to make sure the kids have something to eat or to change a diaper. Then I get up and make dinner. And that wears me out, or makes me dizzy. I can't do shit, I can't function right. I'm so mad at myself. There's a pile of dishes next to the sink thats been there since last week that need washing; DeAnne's bed needs to be put together; the rug in my bedroom needs the water sucked out of it... and where am I? Right fucking here, right where I've fucking been all fucking goddamn day, fucking around on this fucking computer, when I should be fucking doing something responsible, and have a good goddamn reason for being dizzy.