I am at work now, it is way too quiet. We need a busy day, if for no other reason than to make the day go quickly. I have plenty to do, but my mood doesn't really fit what needs to be done. It's hard to get too involved when the buzz of too little sleep is all that can be heard in my head. Wouldn't you think I would learn by now? I suppose I can sleep when I'm dead. That has always been my motto....I am picturing an partying eighty year old...how sad would that be? On the other hand, if I am going to live to be eighty, I might as well party....what else can one do at that age?
Yes, Soulmange, I am a lover of the Sopranos, too. I really can't see how all of this will be tied up in one more little hour, I am really going to miss my Tony. Damn. What will Sunday nights be without my weekly fix of violence?
I am trying to decide what to do with the rest of my day after work...a nap is sounding pretty good right now. I hope everyone's weekend is very good. Out.