That bastard's been over me this week like brown on a stick. I'm finding it difficult to do anything productive, as I've been coming home and falling asleep like a skool-kid. It's nearly an embarrassment, when I'm asked "what'd you do last night?" And of course the asker is expecting a suitably rock-star Tsunami answer like "Oh, went to Pitt's house for the divorce party. Skinny-dipped in his hot-tub with some models, did a bunch of coke, drag-raced motorboats, and then after the orgy, things got kinda' fuzzy." However, lately I've been disappointing the fans, and those who live vicariously through me and my crazy life by answering, "Oh, I was in bed by 8 and asleep by 8:15. I've just been really, really tired."
As the heroes shout at the beginning of the end of their action movies, "This Ends Now!" I've just got too much stupid crap to take care of, to get another 11-12 hours of sleep on a weekday.
Besides, when the Sandman starts pushing you around, just like any bully, you've got to push back. 'Course, it's only 5:53 P.S.T., so this prediction (and my estimation of my own strength) might be a little premature. But that ends now!
Sweet Dreams My Little Fjordlings...
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W.M. - I totally hadn't thought of that! I was more worried about the creepy corp-world, what with their new-fangled "technology" gassing us with meth-and-memory-erasers thru the vent-shafts of my office tower. So, when I woke up on Wednesday, it should have been thrusday, because I worked a full 24-hours on Tuesday...
But this terrorist angle has a lot of logic to it. I can see O.B.L. right now, discussing how to take down the "great satan," by working it's citizens to death by subverting the time tested "workweek" Insideous!
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