Sleep Sounds Great. Yes, Yes it Does.

Yes, that’s really me. Don’t laugh.

Right now, I want to write about the presidential debate that commenced just a few hours ago. I want to write about how Joe the Plumber has replaced Joe Six Pack and how I was waiting for the sharpie that McCain was rocking back and forth in his hands to explode and how he did not even address the violent-laced insults McCain “supporters” have been hurling at Obama for the last few weeks. Most of all, I want to take those people who even dared to utter the words “Kill him,” “Terrorist,” “Traitor,” or “Off with his head,” dump them all on an island, and drown them with their own ignorance. The world and the gene pool does not need people like that.

That’s what I’d like to write about. I want to get a piece of the pie, like the commentators as CNN, the writers and bloggers at the NY Times and other media outlets have been doing.

Except, I’m tired. I’m really tired. I’m the kind of tired where you feel your eyeballs in their sockets. That’s never a good sign. I’m tired not only because I feel like I’m getting sick and thus have been taking Emergen-C (does this stuff even work?), advil and wearing big sweaters to counteract my chills that are multiplying, but because I stayed at work longer than usual today, a lot longer than usual, and I am suffering the consequences of staring at a computer screen for more than seven consecutive hours. Then when I come home, I subject myself to it again by getting on my own computer. I just with there were more than 24 hours in a day.

Goodnight, internet.