1:14am...the last time I'll endure a hockey-playing Dipshit?

A Tuesday night at 1:14am in the middle of February...and Dipshit's yet to return home from playing hockey 30-40 minutes away. This has been my Tuesday night for YEARS. Winter, spring, summer, fall. It's been particularly wonderful when I have to get up for work at like 5am. But even on nights -- like tonight -- when i'm not really affected by it, it's still irritating.

Tonight could be it, though. It's either tonight or next Tuesday, being he's out of my LIFE by the end of next week, so perhaps I should be treating this with a perverse tinge of teary-eyed nostalgia? WAIT...he's coming up the stairs! 1:20am. Here we go...the post-hockey hustling around the house, internet play, showering at 2am. He's in his room now...light turns on...unzipping his coat...standing in front of me hanging it up...still standing there...cmon, cmon...OK, back in his room...to the bathroom to piss (but not shower yet, because why get showering out of the way at 1:25am?)....

1:26am: back from the pisser...turns on his TV...bag of chips rustling, teeth chomping down on chips....

1:40am: one of his trademark quick laugh snorts at something on the TV....

1:42am: his trademark inexplicable Noisy Walk To The Hallway To Heavily Drop Hockey Equipment Twenty Minutes After He Came Home. *My point being, I don't understand why he doesn't do this RIGHT away. Oh, yeah, and he CLEARLY has no concept of others in the house perhaps being asleep now as he DROPS things to the floor and slams doors.

1:56am: on cue, finally has made his way to the shower....

2:10am: out of shower...fidgeting...aaaaaaaand....

2:11am: LIGHT'S OUT! *Complete with heavy sigh. *Though the TV's still on; that'll go off in about 10, 15 minutes.

OK, i'm weary of this...time to hit "publish post"....