… something to write home about.

I’m finally, finally done for the day.  Checking out at… 11:55 PM to drive home and crawl into bed.

My head is full of cobwebs,
My jaw is full of pain.
Time to crash,
perchance to dream,
then do it all again.

So, this tells us that if you keep me up too late too many days in a row and get me up too early the next day too many days in a row then you get really bad poetry.