One Night …

… this week, I swear … I’m going to get more than about three good hours of sleep.

It will be glorious. Oh, it shalllllll be glorious.

Until then, I will go through life in the catatonic state of a zombie.

/me takes a moment, being absolutely mesmerized by the commercial on TV …

It’s not enough, I guess, for DirecTV to run commercials for owning your own alpaca. Nope. Now, they must run commercials for

I am disturbed. I will come home tonight, wish to crash and get some of this sleep thing that I keep hearing people talk about, and then I’m going to think of … alpacas. Then, I’m going to scream.

Oh well … I should get myself motivated towards that place that gives me money for showing up.