just come home...

Home for the evening. Ready to turn in (though I just got in there's no time if I want to be up early). I am sober! And I know that sounds really bad, like I was drunk every day, I wasn't, but the "heh, look, sober!" part comes because it was a long day at the office (union striking, story needed to be finished, proofed, printed), it was pay day, it's Friday and I had reason to go to my usual drinking spots to meet someone. BUT, I defied the odds and came home. I don't know. It just doesn't seem worth it. If it wasn't a fun night I'd be looking to blame someone and that's not right. So, I just came home. Hmm. Sounds like ad copy for some social group. Sad-looking kids and a wife at the dinner table, Place set for Daddy and one kid is saying, "Just come home, Daddy, just come home." Other picture shows the guy lurching into yet another bar, obviously not his first, arm around a coworker, they both singing, neckties around their heads, briefcases swinging. Yeah, typical Tokyo Friday payday night!