I have now officially been up for six hours. I am running out of things to do. I have already made a post, and now a second post. I’ve written my article. I’ve made the week’s menu. I’ve gone to the store and bought the week’s groceries. I’ve gassed up the truck. I’ve cleaned the kitchen. I’m almost done with the laundry. I’m quickly running out of things to do. It dawned on me as the day was actually dawning on me that I can’t go to sleep now. I have to stay awake until tonight or else risk ruining my sleep schedule. What am I going to do with myself for the next, at least, 12 hours? If only I had some benzedrine. If I did have some I could not only stay awake until tonight, but I could also type an entire novel on a single sheet of paper and march an entire army into Soviet Russia. It is probably best that I don’t have an bennies.

Here is a list of people who were on Google chat already this morning. They should perhaps rethink their lives:

Don Chulius

Furious Jessy

Andi the Numbers

JoJo

Since Don Chulius is an hour ahead of us, it can be forgiven. The rest of you though, tsk tsk.

I mean, for chrissakes it is not even 8am yet. What are you doing out of bed? Go back to sleep. Not me though. I’m about to have more coffee. I think it is going to be a very long day. At least I can look forward to having clean towels. I’m starting to get the crazy eyes. I can feel it. Coming in the air tonight. Hold on.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

More soon. ~SC