Monday, September 19, 2005

The 40-Hour Virgin

As of this posting, I have been up for 35 hours straight (with the exception of a little cat nap before work last night). After my hockey scrimmage on Saturday night, I came home, took a shower, and went to work. I got home from work at 0730 on Sunday morning - just enough time to shower and run to my cousin's house for our trip to Six Flags Great Adventure. After spending the day there, I got home at 2030, took a cat nap, and went to work last night.

And here we are.

I apologize for not posting yesterday, but the only window of opportunity I had was the hour I slotted for a nap. At the time, sleep was much more important to me than blogging. The last thing everyone needed was to see a story on the news "Cop Falls Asleep At The Wheel, Kills 12."

To be honest, my mind isn't running on any cylinders now (as opposed to the 1/2 cylinder it usually uses), and I'm not even sure if this makes sense. I'm that tired. So, I'm gonna go up and sleep the sleep of the righteous, and regale everyone with my weekend tales (including the hockey game, a night on the wagon, and rollercoaster-palooza) when I'm more coherent.


  1. Wow, you had an eventful weekend! Can't wait to hear your tales!

  2. Hey, if B-Cack can make sense drunk or sober, you can blog tired!

    Just kidding - have a good sleep. Tell Fmragtops what you dreamed about, too.

  3. I didn't know you where a virgin?

  4. Uhh that should be "were"

  5. we'll let it slide this week, just don't let it happen again! I wanna hear hockey stories!!!!!

  6. B-Cack writes better sligthly inebriated.