Running on two hours' sleep last night, into an early morning and a long hard day at work. Came to a realization: I haven't got enough strength to watch Yankees-Red Sox game seven.
Plan at the moment:
Go out. Finally get to see "Sky Captain". Come home. Sleep.
Side effect, I suppose, of spending two years with stress levels riding right up against the red line: even the little things can shred you like confetti.
I hope the Yankees can win it. I really, really do.
But I'm too far gone to make the journey with them tonight.
Plan at the moment:
Go out. Finally get to see "Sky Captain". Come home. Sleep.
Side effect, I suppose, of spending two years with stress levels riding right up against the red line: even the little things can shred you like confetti.
I hope the Yankees can win it. I really, really do.
But I'm too far gone to make the journey with them tonight.