I'm so tired.

I was watching a 1996 George Carlin special on HBO with a couple of friends, kickin' back in this not-so-comfortable recliner, and I couldn't help but start to fall asleep. I fought it and fought it, trying to be especially conscientious of any potential snoring-esque emittances, but at long last I succumbed to the reality of the situation. I rather abruptly stood up and announced, "I'm leaving."

I think I surprised my friends.

Of course, now, having driven home, I'm ever-so-slightly more alert, but still completely exhausted, yet too awake now to actually sleep. Damn.

Y'know what? I'm gonna try anyway -- damn the consequences!