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Claudine is still on call. This has been a four day call. She started at 7 o'clock on Thursday morning and will come off call at 7 o'clock Monday. And this weekend alone, she delivered 13 babies. So being the typical husband that I am, I am going to complain about how hard my weekend has been.
Wah, wah, wah... I am at the end of my rope. The rope I want to wrap around my kid's necks. Or my own. I know that yesterday I said I was the king of all dads. But today, I am the evil dad. The frustrated dad. The anti-dad. I love my kids, really. But man, I can't wait until they can drive. I mean, I love 'em to death. Yeah... to death. That's it.
Ok, maybe not "to death". But no matter what, I' certainly not going to spend the small amount of my free time writing an journal entry. I'm going to recharge my batteries by quietly and calmly killing people and wrecking property in a rousing game of Grand Theft Auto III. Bye
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