I should have been in bed a couple hours ago 2004

I blame movies, comment spam and sheer bloody-mindedness for my late night. On the bright side, I cleared up the comment spam, reported the offenders to their registrars & hosts, listened to the commentary track of Fail Safe and chatted with boys. My housemate was extra cool and brought me a slice of pizza from Marcello's. Mmm. Every now and then my body just screams out for some pepperoni.

Now it's midnight and I don't want to go to bed now. I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I don't want to volunteer this weekend. I feel lazy and petulant and I just want to booze it up, sing along with weird bands and sleep until noon. Of course I will actually go to bed and put in a productive day at my job which I do actually like a lot and I will volunteer this weekend and have a great time and see old friends and probably get more work done while I hang out in the operations trailer between handing out radios and dealing with the crisis du jour.

It's funny. I am tired, but I've got that classic exhausted little kid who won't lie down thing going on.

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I should have been in bed a couple hours ago

I blame movies, comment spam and sheer bloody-mindedness for my late night. On the bright side, I cleared up the comment spam, reported the offenders to their registrars & hosts, listened to the commentary track of Fail Safe and chatted with boys. My housemate was extra cool and brought me a slice of pizza from Marcello's. Mmm. Every now and then my body just screams out for some pepperoni.

Now it's midnight and I don't want to go to bed now. I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I don't want to volunteer this weekend. I feel lazy and petulant and I just want to booze it up, sing along with weird bands and sleep until noon. Of course I will actually go to bed and put in a productive day at my job which I do actually like a lot and I will volunteer this weekend and have a great time and see old friends and probably get more work done while I hang out in the operations trailer between handing out radios and dealing with the crisis du jour.

It's funny. I am tired, but I've got that classic exhausted little kid who won't lie down thing going on.

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