late for soccer practice

Today I ran out of my supply of espresso, so I had to have normal coffee at work, which threw me off the high-horse of my hot affair a bit.

As a result around 4pm or so, my body finally crashed, and I stopped thinking about anything more than work. Normally I pick up the boys and cart them to soccer practice, but today I became so absorbed in thoughts of work as a result of needing to put more effort into concentrating on it that I failed to remember to leave work on time.

The result, an awesome looking editorial on sex and intimacy, and two very upset, and late-for-practice children.