Last night, I got a call from a friend in England. The call woke me up (although I claimed that it did not, I am sure), to talk about our mutually shared third job. The third job which I have resisted discussing because I'm just too tired to think that far in advance. May seems so far away. So, this afternoon, I had a small rant about how someone so incredibly smart could "STILL NOT UNDERSTAND THIS TIME DIFFERENCE". I mean, for real, you just subtract like 6, estimate whether a normal working person would be awake, and then decide whether to call or not.
Shortly after my rant, I was scrolling through my recent call list, and I noticed something. He called me at 8:20 PM. So... uh... my apologies, Jamie.
8:20 PM. This is when I was asleep. There are octogenarians who were up later than I was last night. Apparently, I'm now "that" person who complains about all of you hooligans calling me up after lights out. Oh, you hooligans and your telephone tomfoolery. I shake my tired, gray head at you.
Tonight, my only goal is to make it past 9:00 before hauling my weary ass into bed. This is not a goal that I'm especially proud of. And the two celebratory "school's out" vodka tonics I consumed during the Duke game are certainly not helping matters. They sure did taste nice though.
Spring Break 2012 is off to a... start.