Joke-of-the-day! Start your day off laughing...or at least snickering.

Just in time for tax season...

A businessman on his deathbed called his friend and said, "Bill, I want you to promise me that when I die you will have my remains cremated."

"And what," his friend asked, "do you want me to do with your ashes?"

The businessman said, "Just put them in an envelope and mail them to the Internal Revenue Service and write on the envelope, 'Now you have everything.'"

Sunday, April 8, 2012

I Have Nothing, Especially Sleep

I have no real subject to post.
I have no profile pic I want to share.
I have no sleep.
I have nothing interesting to say.
"So why post?" I thought.
"Oh, yeah," I remembered, "because I promised myself and someone else I would."
Sometimes I hate promises, too.

Just yesterday a friend complained that he'd been up "all night" because his baby son was teething.  I simply raised my eyebrows, because "all night" meant sporadic sleep.  Even sporadic sleep is preferable to my few, interrupted hours of sleep.  I don't know what I'd give nowadays for 6 uninterrupted hours of sleep.  My long days, late nights, early mornings are draining.  But, that's life for now.

And after all, it isn't a bad life by any means whatsoever.

It's just a sleepless one.
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