Too pooped to pop.
Too tard to type.
Too...

A, t'hell with it. Extremely fatigued. Not really busy last night, just barely enough to keep me awake.

Being awake 29 hours when you're not having fun sucks. Or maybe not... I'll sleep on it and let you know.

Usually, when I'm up this long, I get goofy. Not now... I feel just plain mean. But I don't have a dog to kick, and the damned cats are way too fast for my molasses reflexes. I would probably hurt myself trying to kick one, and then they'd sit there and laugh at me. No thanks... I'll just go to bed now.