3.5

Three and a half hours ago I had told myself I would go to sleep within half an hour. Three hours later and with heavy eyelids I still trudged on with my mind running a hundred miles a minute. I told myself again five minutes ago that I really needed to go to sleep now...but yet again, five minutes later I was here writing this blog instead.

Work was a mad house...everybody seemed to be in the mood for Wendy's. I suppose that Friday the 13th and the fact that there was to be no school the next day for the kiddies resulted in a usually still fairly calm Thursday becoming a makeshift Friday. We were all making plots to "accidentally" set the carpeting on fire or stand infront of the outside menu with machine guns to spray stubborn and hungry cars down with a shower of bullets. We figured if anyone could survive that raining of bullets, then hell, they deserved to eat.

You know, on second thought, I was right 10 minutes ago when I told myself I needed to go to sleep.

To Be Continued....