Insomnia Diary – (Where’s The Hot Buttered Rum When You Need It?)

12:34 AM – After tossing and turning non-stop since we retired for the evening, I crawled out of bed and headed downstairs to get some cold water from the fridge. Couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the time on the microwave. Made mental note to pick up a book on Numerology…

12:54 AM – After watching all the good TV programs on the early feeds we record, I am left to surf through a vast wasteland of paid programming, and drivel I wouldn’t force a rhesus monkey to watch. Decide to try going back to bed….

1:04 AM – How many Celine Dion albums do we own? Five? Eight? I have to know…

1:18 AM – Must…sleep….

1:34 AM – How is America EVER going to narrow down the choices for the winner of this year’s run on “America’s Got Talent”? I’m rooting for the opera lady, but several of the male vocalists gave stellar performances as well…

2:01 AM – After agonizing about too many critical concerns, I decided to get back up again, and check for e-mails. None – what did I expect, it’s 2:00 in the freakin’ morning???

2:03 AM – Mrs. That Dan Guy has discovered that I’m not in bed, and she’s not happy about it. I’d better get real sleepy, real fast. Gotta go…

Chow for now!!