I should be writing the story about how
lady_curmudgeon's wit and appreciation for a certain CNN anchor won me a prize from the local radio station of much awesomeness and also landed me on the the radio station's morning show.I could write about the drive-by visit I had from my folks last night, the resulting tasty dinner that we all shared, or the new gun safe that has been installed in my house, or how a truck jack helped fix my fence.
Instead of writing about any of the above things I am sorta half-awake on the couch, struggling to write a coherent paragraph here and giving mostly one-word responses to the IMs I'm exchanging with folks. Despite the intense desire, I have to make certain that I do not fall over and take a nap. The problem with taking a nap in this situation is (and I know this from experience) that if I do so I won't be sleeping through the whole night, meaning I'll be even more worn out. So, for the next three hours I shall try to remain upright. Once we hit 2200 I get to fall into my bed... and I'll love every blissful minute of it.
Unless my work cellphone rings.
