I know I promised I’d stay up to talk to sammynella tonight. And I promised myself – and the kids – that I’d get my Brownie stuff done, prepare forms, count the dues money, all that, but…
I’m just exhausted and need to crash. Now. Actually, twenty minutes ago.
I’ll figure out a way to either get all this done in the morning or sneak it in while at my desk tomorrow. And Tonya, I love you, but, unlike you, I need to sleep here and there. This is what has become of my social life this week. Sacrificed for sleep. Next it’ll be Early Bird Specials (although those will be with nafspeak at Chalet). I’m becoming old before my time.
Oh, and last night I was looking at Pictures of Dallas Freeways, and it reminded me of the freeway obsession in microserfs. And it caused me to fall asleep dreaming of driving on Central (US-75). Shudder, shudder. My commute this morning, over the bridge and through the woods, was particularly appealing in light of what it was four years ago.