It's in the early morning like this when I'm tired and apparently vulnerable that such things can and do make me feel rotten crappy for the rest of the day, and I am extraordinarily tired. I hope we don't have to work overtime again next weekend. The extra money is good; the lack of sleep is becoming bad. Of course, part of that is my own fault for staying up to see the end of the Emmys. Not like I couldn't have predicted Raymond would beat out the good shows, but I was rather pleased to see Lost take Best Drama (and earlier in the show I was very happy to see my two favorite TV doctors--Zach Braff & Hugh Laurie--present together). Not to mention hearing Bill Shatner do the "Space--the final frontier" speech again.
Stupid NY Times.