Because the Fates have a bloody awful sense of humor.


Working an eclectic schedule, picked up another job the very *day* I started this blog, and sleep has become an addiction I can’t satiate.  Naps are crack.  A full night’s rest, if you could package and sell it I’d be a junkie in a heartbeat.  Even though I don’t touch alcohol, don’t smoke, and won’t snort, shoot up, or inhale those quaintly termed recreational substances my fellow humans seem so enamored of.


My moonshiner ancestors must be damned disappointed in me.


Anyways, stand by, ye passers by.  Bide.  Keep yer head down, and keep on keepin’ on.  Down here in the mud a soul’s got to make the best of things he can.  Peace.