It's been a hard day's night.

Sadly, P@ won't be blogging today. Unstead, I, UTP@, will be your host. Enjoy.

Love, UTP@.

Heeee.

I've ..um..been awake since 7am. Seven. A. M.!! DRAMATIC MUSIC>

Heeeee. It's eating the music.

So, yeah. It's now 11:47pm. That's many hours without sleep. Oh! Spekaing (hee!) of no sleep - last night before we went to bed, the police (all of them!) decided it would be fun to fly around our house in a helicopter. With a bullhorn. And drive by with sirens and stuff.
It probably was fun, but not for us. We were of the worried/annoyed/needing to sleep mindset.

Looking into the future...no, try that again. With hindsight (that's better), I discovered that the police (all of them!) were actually hunting for the people who thought it would be fun to rob a nearby casino. That probably was fun. Except for the being hunted (and captured??) by the police (all of them!) part.

I should have more fun in my life. Maybe I'll fly around someone's house. Or hunt for casino robbers.

So, anywhat. I woke up at the ungodly hour of seven after going to sleep around 2. I drove to pick up my paycheck and was annoyed greatly by the morning DJs on 971, the Point, talking about homework. "It prepares kids for the real world." Mmhmm.

Got paid. Cashed check. Bought gas. Verb noun.

We then drove to the really far away world of our unschooling friends who were hosting Sandra Dodd. (See my wife's blog!)

That was fun. But I didn't eat enough. When we left, it was determined that there was no earthly way I could make it to work by the required time, so the Steph opted to keep the car. Yay! I got to work quite hungry, but otherwise okay.

Long story short, I walked into the discovery that both of my coworkers had called in sick. I did the work of three people! They should pay me triple!
They really should. Because, dude. I worked like a freaking ...worker. On the bright side, my supervisor bought me dinner. And it did make the day go by much faster. But tiredness caught up with me sometime around...whenever it did.

Once my shift ended, the Steph arrived and I got in the car, and the Beatles' HArd Day Night was playing on the radio. Heeeee! You said it, British boys!

We stopped at Tacko Bell on teh way home, and ate wonce we got here, and we discovered(re) that all people who work in fast food are stupid.

Then, I read the blogs of my wife, who is funny. Then I blogged this. Then you read it. And that pretty much brings us up to date.

I was originaly(l) planning on watching Hellboy tonight. Somewho, I don't think that's gonna happen now. Becauswe(-w), it's really tired now.

Sleep is good food.