This was one of the nights when I get home from work and collapse on my easy chair, and sleep the night away. Woke up before 10pm, wandered upstairs to the kitchen, and decided I didn't want anything to eat. And, an hour later, I am still not hungry.
I have finished the first draft of my latest true crime column for Frank. It is with my editor. And I was gonna work on my newest media column tonight, but that didn't happen, so it means I will have to work on it tomorrow. I know you don't care, but I do.
My goodness, I think I will go back to bed. Feeling a bit under the weather.
See you tomorrow.