"And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see, Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV"

After a weekend of travel and standing in alternating rainy/cold and steamy/hot weather for a football game, I returned home with the most predictable, unavoidable, and unpleasant case of the mung imaginable. So I have struggled through the first two days of this week with little productivity but quite full of myself in my ability to persevere….Until last night when something got into Dog’s head that so disrupted her normal (if Dog has such a setting) behavioral pattern that she refused to sleep for the entire duration of the hours normally reserved for such activities. She paced, whined, tapped the door knob with her nose, and forced me to take her out 3 or 4 times just because she could. All of this amounted in less than an hour of sleep for me. Coupled with my afore mentioned malady, today is trying to say the least. With eyes looking like a map of the Southeast and a voice that would make Tom Waits cringe, this is probably the first and only time in my life when I could pass for a Rock Star….or a rock addict. One or the other. And all of this after a night when I exercised, had a healthy dinner, and attempted to go to be early. So what’s the moral of the story here? Life is too short. Have the extra glass of wine, stay up late, have fun, go crazy. You’re going to feel like junk the next day anyway.