After 1:00am, I’m still awake—listening to Far’s At Night We Live.

Earlier this evening I did my taxes and tried to find the motivation to read something.  Anything, really.  I suppose I didn’t have it in me.  I sat down to write, too, but that wasn’t happening either.  I ended up making a pot of coffee and watching msnbc.

Yesterday, I bought a new bottle of Sailor Jerry and diet ginger ale for the game tomorrow, but I imagine Chloe won’t want any of this.  I haven’t had a drink in quite some time.  Usually when Chloe is around, I drink harder, but that’s only because she delivers a substantial amount of peer pressure to keep drinking.

What I really need to do is shave.  I guess that’s my number one priority upon waking.  And instead of making this night go into the earliest morning hours like each and every Saturday before, I will retire for the night and feel completely defeated in the realization that it’s already Sunday. 

I just wish my bed wasn’t so cold.