Here I Am ... Laying in bed, the wife asleep beside me. It isn't any where time to get up and yet, here I am. Awake. In bed. The irony of my situation hasn't gone unnoticed by the daddy long legs hanging in the corner just above the door. I swear he's mocking me. Even now I hear him chittering on about sleeping where you lay - not wallowing in your own self importance writing in a little used cyber journal no one ever reads. I'll smash him later. I'm exhausted. A long night pretending that people I've never met before then matter. That I care about their Christmas plans, or cruise vacations. I spent most of my time watching the spit build up in the corner of one gentlemen's mouth as he carried on about his latest golf game. I was grossly fascinated by just how much he began to remind me of a salamander. Every now and again his tongue would dart out and flick the building froth away before licking his considerably large and rubbery lips. Eck. Battery is almost dead. Will finish this later.