I'm staying up awful late these days for a workin' womon.
Of course last night it meant I got to see the end of that tennis match---Agassi v. Blake. Exciting stuff, even though it's kinda hard to see the ball on the one channel I pull in next to the computer. (The one channel not counting the crystal-clear 24/7 christian channel.)
I so don't want to go to bed. I want more amorphous suspended middle-of-the-night illusion of an eternity of self-directed lollygagging.