Easy as Sunday MEHs

It is Sunday around 8pm and this is the time of the weekend where Katie normally has to tell me to relax you still have a few hours before bed. Now a reminder I am not a 10 year old boy dreading Mondays homework assignment. I am a 28 year old man waiting for the part of him to die that appears every weekend or vacation. I find intellegence is a curse when untapped. It eats away at the soul until it is released and person becomes temperally stupid. This is the only way I can stay happy at least from Monday to Friday. See the brain that can analyze so well is not allow to analyze me or else it may have to force an aneurysm in my brain. Now I maybe joking about it now but it is truely a sad transition. I guess i force myself to forget everything. This often leads to trouble as there is other things i must remember but I just float through the week. The only break I get during the day is my phone call with Katie who her herself go through the same transition, and text from my friend Mel. The only intelligence I get during my day. Now I wish that was the only part of me that I would have to lay to rest so to speak but it is not. The only part I am having a much harder time controlling when it comes and goes. I remember my 5th grade school psychologist he was a very smart man and the first to diagnos my youngest brother with at least a learning disability but that's another story. He wrote in the year book we got when we graduated from elementary school was that he was never going to let the kid in him ever die. I really admired and I have tried to keep with me. At my last job it was quite easy since I worked with children. The job I work at now I work with adult men who hate themselves or everyone around them or both. I guess in fear of being an outcast i buried that side of me the side that would play gym with the kids instead of supervise. The part that would make up elaborate stories for kids talk to's instead of the same old hey how are you. Now I get to talk about the same old banter of how much I hate my job and how much i can't wait to get the hell out of the place at 5:00pm. That's right this special corner of my personal hell I work at I spend 50 hours a week at 55 if you include lunch and oh I do. Now honestly at times of writing this i was near tears and I wrote all about my job but i deleted it since it is 8:40 pm and i have several more hours before I have to think about that place and Katie is losing an agruement with our Wii. It is keeping my mind off of things it would normally be obsessing over. This is why she is my wife even in her rage of illogical yelling at a women that can now way hear her she is making things better for me without even knowing it. Which is why I can end this entree with a little bit of a smile on my face. See because of her and some close friends I find the stength to wake up and keep going and push for a better tomorrow and hopefully get to a day where I can leave my brain on all week and still have the child in me live on.