It is 2:40 am, EST. I'm tired. I should be in bed. In fact, I should have been in bed about 3 hours ago. I'm sure I'll feel it in the morning. Why is it that staying up always seems like the best idea on earth? We all know that as soon as the alarm hits, the only thing we'll think is, "Idiot! Why didn't I just go to bed! That last 20 games of Freecell could have waited till work..." If only daylight savings time came more often. (Falling back, of course)
Driven by an unending desire to get my new site updated, including a functional blog, I've pressed on, though. The site still has some work ahead of it, but at least I have the blog done, including the back-archive of old posts from my 1st site; not that anyone plans on reading them. I still wanted to put them up, partly to take up space, and partly so I'd have them stored safely on the ever-expanding internet, where posts, no matter how hard you try, always seem to be stored in some giant databases' cache, never to be deleted.
But, since I'm struggling to type without backing up 30 times to fix my spelling mistakes, I think I'll throw in the towel. Maybe I'll throw it in twice. I'm pretty bushed.
At least as I drift off I'll know that as of Jan 13th, 2010, 1 Last Shot is poised for a new era of sporadic postings, odd updates, and bizarre jokes. And because of that, I'll sleep like a dead horse. Except for the whole not waking up thing.
Brett "Still short, still broke and still me" Hibbler
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