Go Figure.

It's been a day. A fairly (but not excessively) long day. It's also one thirty in the AM and here I am, all awake-like. Eh.

At what point, precisely, did 1:30 become a standard bedtime for me? Can't say. Chalk it to insomnia or just plain night-owlism. Either way, here I am. Tuckin' in at a time when most in this time zone are well into slumberland.

Which isn't to say that those who get more n' six hours sleep are suckers... far from it. Just wish I got tired earlier, is all.

And if wishes were horses... I'd have my own damned ranch.

Ciao for now, folks. Sweet dreams.