Yawn

I'm supposed to be sleeping in. But no, I'm here. Why? Because I forgot leave the customary monetary homage to TinyTuna's tooth. This glaring omission woke me out of a dead sleep at 5:45 am. I really hate waking up to that panicky feeling of impending disaster. Catapulting myself out of bed, I start searching for the dollar I set aside. Several minutes later (hand-eye coordination just not doing well on 4 hours of sleep) I find the dollar and creep into her room. Pillow. Check. Tooth. Check. Money. Check. Stealth Exit from the Bedroom. Check. Phew. Luckily, I made it. But now? I'm wide awake, and it is 6:00am on a Sunday morning. TV, will you be my friend? "Hell no!" it seems to hum. 46 infomercials, and CarrotTop is on CNN. A sure sign of the Apocalypse.