Just as well, I think wine may be the key to my insomnia as of late. That said, my spatula-shaped finger-tips type on and on as if I didn't have to work tomorrow morning. For 10 hours.

Although, a few times in my life, I looked at the clock and it said something like 10:45pm; then, what seemed like an hour later, it said 10:15pm. Something like that. Time dilation? Or time dilution. What the spect? Or retrospect.

Hey, I love it when the alarm goes of at 6:30am, then 2 hours later, it's only 6:45am. I like that.