3:30 a.m.
Seriously: What the hell ... ???!??
I was tired last night. I went to bed reasonably early, just after 10:00.
But the little voice inside my head had other things in mind: "Dude ... it doesn't matter what time you hit the sack, five hours is all I'm going to give you. It's all you need."
*sigh*
And it was right. Five hours was all I got.
I thought about reasoning with the voice. After all, I had a drawing to submit for a challenge, a podcast to co-host, lots of chores to accomplish, a haircut to get under my belt as well as a blog posting to submit. That little voice, though ... it didn't give two hoots or a holler what I needed to do.
So here I am, finishing up the final item on my list, finishing up that blog post and getting ready to submit it.
Yes, I'm tired. Dog tired. My stomach muscles hurt from all the physical work I've done, I feel my eyes beginning to droop (actually, they've been doing so for the last couple hours) and when I went to get my haircut? I submitted a coupon to the kind lady who serviced me just to be informed the coupon was for a different establishment than the one I was in. I apologized for the oversight ... but she gave me the discount anywho.
So, shortly after this piece goes live? This guy is hitting the hay, rockin' Saturday night notwithstanding.
But it probably doesn't make any difference. I'll be up at some ungodly hour on Sunday morning ...
.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )
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