Sleeping is one of my favorite activities, which makes it all the more uncharacteristic that I've been staying up really late recently. I still wake up at 6:30 or 7:00 a.m., so I'm starting to get pretty worn down.
I used to be asleep by 10:00 or 10:30 p.m., but lately I find myself still surfing the net while Craig Ferguson introduces his final guest. I'm not accomplishing anything worthwhile, unless you count gaining encyclopedic knowledge of Aqua Teen Hunger Force. (And, damn, that's a bizarre show. Bizarre, and yet I cannot look away.)
If I were shredding my mountainous piles of junk mail or even folding laundry I might be able to justify the squandering of midnight oil. As it is, all I can claim is more quality time with the cats.
On another subject, it was interesting to read everyone's comments about bad pets yesterday. I think we've learned that we shouldn't attempt to befriend poultry. Assuming that scientists are correct that modern birds descended from dinosaurs, perhaps we should take a moment to appreciate the fact that our world isn't overrun by pea-brained, aggressive, toothy lizards. It's one thing to be attacked by a peacock, rooster or goose - it would be quite another to be chased down by even a small T-Rex. Just a little food for thought as your week winds down...