12:39 p.m. - 2009-01-18
One little hour. The rest of the day can and does revolve around everyone and everything else. I run their errands, I buy their crap, I do shit that's too hard for them, I do them favors they don't even know I've done, and they don't even thank me for the ones they know I do. They just give me grief about the way I did it.
And I can't get one single solitary hour a day.