Busy again tonight. Gym and comic book store (despite the fact that I haven't read the one comic book I bought last week) and helping a friend with his website. May try to go to sleep before midnight. May try.
At least tonight, I'll be home before 10 PM. Granted, I'm just going home to shower and change post-sweat-fest, but it'll be nice to take off everything, shower, sit on my bed, apply lotion, maybe lay down for a minute...
Time for another diet Coke. Caffeine isn't the best of ideas, admittedly, but if I drink it, my mind will probably start functioning to some extent, and then I will:
a) stop singing the same two lines from Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" over and over
b) get some impressive amount of work done, thus allowing me slumber/comic book reading time later this evening
c) write coherently on some subject of actual interest to all you people who are kind and generous enough to come by and read these sad self-absorbed ramblings.