Had a lovely couple of days away, very relaxing. Went back to work today it was a pretty slow morning, however I did get a laugh out of something my co-worker wrote. He did a Slumber party over the weekend, and he wrote the following.... I just had to share, as I found it quite funny.

Ode To The Tube

It is 4:53 in the am. The remaining girls have moved on to their third round of Truth or Dare and I am the only male in the building. I am haunted with the screams of nine-year-old girls, which I have spent the past eight hours of my life frantically attempting to avoid. A mother with no perception of reality continues to tell me they will soon be asleep. But I know. Experience has taught me that the ones still awake are the true fighters. They are the soldiers that were sent from the depths of hell to conquer and destroy me. The demons still conscious are dedicated. But I am ready. My only mission: survival. This is what I've trained for. Armed only with Connect Four, I battle. Who will go first? It's me or them and there is no room for error.

The mother (their only chaperone) has fallen asleep. I am now all alone. Connect Four has frustrated me into a haze that only a hand-held electronic game can cause. Even my three shots of espresso seem helpless to my cause. My attention span begins to crumble and my pillow calls my name. But I will not give in.

As their eyes begin to droop my dream of victory appears to be shifting into reality. But the leader has made a desperate move and requested a refill on soda. Blast! The additional caffeine is sure to buy them the energy they so desperately long for.

If I were to pick I'd say that I was ahead, but at this point it's too close to tell. The battle rages on with their brutal questions, which they are too young to be asking. Their attacks are fierce but my shield of kindness blocks them as if they were nothing more than mosquitoes. I go in for the kill with my sword of patience: a trick question... "What's over there?' My opponents turn their backs and I seize my opportunity by shutting the door. HA! There was nothing there! I have won this battle but what if they come back? Will it work a second time?

Eight o'clock has now come and gone and the first rude thankless parents have already picked up their kids. I am nearly done with my cleaning and the scent of triumph is sweetly laced into the mix of the various other smells that I have grown accustomed to over the past year and a half.

9 am. I'm outta here. I've done it they're gone. I win. Tired and dirty, I will attempt to straggle home and sleep away my anxiety. What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. To an outsider this may seem like an accomplishment. But to those who know and understand...... It's just another shift at the Tube.