Shit.

So I sat up until really freaking early in the morning watching this awesomely beautiful royal wedding on svtplay.se (thanks for the tip, mormor) and then M was up three hours later. Has been feeling totally crappy crapcrap all day. Not at all refreshed or relaxed or anything such as one should feel on a Sunday night. Tomorrow working week kicks off again. Also tomorrow is Demon Judgement Day, although most likely won't know anything until Tuesday morning.
We went for a drive in Jolene this afternoon to Sandgate for coffee at Coffee Club. M loves his babycino with marshmallows. Then went to the playground at Moora Park and had a walk out on the jetty. Plenty of people fishing and M wants to go back there to do some too. I suggested isn't that perfect father-son time? Ha ha, I can't stand fishing. It's smelly and kind of gross.
Well, second last episode of Underbelly was just on. The whole series has been all about corrupt police and prostitutes and stuff, finally now at the end we get this gang of young crazy gun-loving drug dealers who do mental things without thinking and yes, a bit of action! A bit of the tense-crazy-eyes-and-twitching-face type of psychopaths. Much more interesting that fat, corrupt cops who sit in cars and exchange money.