All right, tonight I’ll be damned if I don’t go to bed at a reasonable hour.

By this afternoon I was so groggy that when I put Shake’N'Bake down for her daily nap, I said to heck with cleaning and ended up falling asleep for three hours. I then had some of the strangest during-the-day dreams. It was that kind of sleep where you wake up and swear it’s morning the next day and you’re late for something.

I confess, though, it wasn’t as bad as that one time where I fell asleep, woke up at 7:00 am, and the horror that comes with realizing you’re late for work descended upon me. ZING! I was out of bed and into my cammies–the ass chewings I was sure to receive personified themselves as a tiny caricature of Master Gunz dancing round and round my head. I had my left boot half way tied before I took one more look at the clock and noted the little dot indicating it was 7:03 pm.

It was then that I seriously considered switching the alarm clock on my nightstand to military time.

Time on deck is 0143.

Seriously regretting that vanilla latte I drank several hours ago.

The purple squirrel in the corner is looking at me again.

I do believe that this time he means to go through with his diabolical plan.

Need more d-CON, staples, and baby wipes.

(Disclaimer: This was but a fun exercise in typing whatever popped into my brain. The time isn’t really 0143, it’s 0206. Yes, I really did drink the latte. No, the squirrel does not exist….outside of my head. We don’t need d-CON or staples, but baby wipes are always in high demand. Had I been hopped up on Jujubes and Stupid Juice, I would have shared as it’s only polite. *MWAH!* GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!)