I had every intention of sleeping until 9-ish, all snug as a bug in a rug because of the uncharacteristically cool weather and all, but THAT is not happening this morning. Why? Because I probably had just one beer too many last night, and that coupled with the fact that my sleep schedule has been all fucked up for the past five days has me wide awake at 6:07 a.m. Believe me, if I had a crabby smiley face icon to insert, it would be inserted.

In the meantime, the unholiest of unholy unions (sans Rebecca) should be just about finished consumating itself. The best part about that? It didn't happen in my crib.