I have no idea what I'm doing at this hour. I fell asleep Friday evening and didn't wake up until near midnight. Now I'm just sort of getting through the rest of the night, and hoping I can get back to sleep before dawn. In the meantime I ate a packet of spicy tuna and some crackers, less because I felt like eating dinner than because I thought I should have something to wash down with my beer. At this point I'm so sock of my own cooing (such as it is) that I'm seriously considering a ordering a pizza to be delivered sometime in the next few days. It would be nice to have one more pizza before I die. Pretty pathetic bucket list, though.