I've slept more than half of the weekend away. Yes, the last I'd checked with the clock, it's a whopping 26 hours for the past 2 days. Oh, even the bed knows that's not me.
Don't you sometimes wish you could retain all the little sachets of knowledge and wisdom you've accumulated through the years, slot some coins into a time machine and go back to when you were still a child so you can rewrite your own history?
Then again, "things happen for a reason", so I guess that remains as an unwarranted and even more unfulfilled wish.
The Grinch won't be staying long; 2007 is going to be a blast. I just need to use the time between Christmas and New Year's to figure out how.
