Shoulda, coulda, woulda.

I should be in bed now. I shouldn't be on the computer. Chas is going to come in here any minute and say, "Hey hon, isn't it time for you to go to bed?" or something of that nature. Guess I will go. I have a headache anyway. I wish he would read to me again. It has been a long time since I have had a bedtime story.