In one hour, I'll be at work. As soon as, I'm home from work, I'm crawling into bed and going to attempt sleep at 9pm. I have to wake up at 3am to be at work by 4 for a live broadcast from Northpark tomorrow morning.
If you're out tomorrow morning around the ass-crack of dawn, have pity and hook your sister up with a white chocolate mocha from Starbucks. I'll be the delirious one in the blue Movin tshirt on the Park Lane side of Northpark.
I have no idea what I'll do after I'm off tomorrow. I'm sure that my mother will assign me something that will require consciousness.