Coffee, My Old Friend, You've Done Your Job Once Again... But TOO Well!
I might have mentioned at some point, that as a father of five, I have been mostly sleep deprived for the last seventeen years.
The problem, particularly, has reared its ugly head in movie theatres.
Where I would fall asleep.
No matter HOW much I wanted to see the movie in question.
But I found a solution a couple of years ago. Drinking a cup of coffee on the way to the theatre would keep me awake for the film. Forget the coffee, fall asleep. It's pretty much an exact science.
It worked again tonight. Saw "Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby." Which, by the way, was REALLY funny. Not just fairly funny or pretty funny. It was REALLY REALLY funny. The kind of funny you get only when you expect to be no more than mildly amused. When you EXPECT really funny, you never get it.
But my old friend coffee has done it again. It's worked too well. Because here I am, one in the morning, and still buzzing. Instead of sleeping. Even though I need to be back up in five hours.
I'm just not tired.
But don't worry... give me five hours, give or take, and I guarantee I *will* be.