It’s 3:30 am and I’m tired.
I should be laying down because I have a boatload o’ shit to do tomorrow, but I might miss something.
It’s like that sometimes.
It’s like the old saying “It’s not what’s on [TV], it’s what else is on.” That’s what it feels like right now. There’s nothing going on. There’s nothing on TV. But dammit, the minute I lay down, the twins that want me (the ones I don’t know yet) are going to knock on my door because tonight is going to be my lucky night. If it’s not the night for the twins, then the best tv show ever (the one I haven’t seen) is going to broadcast – one time only – tonight.
And I’ll miss it all because I’ll be asleep.