Insomnimusing: Allons-y!

Since it's Thursday evening of the rarest of all kinds of weeks - those I have off work - I thought I'd recap how my vacation has been spent so far. Another Friday night shift has wrapped up, at 1 a.m. Saturday morning, so I head home to grab some much-needed sleep, planning to get up only in time to watch the Manchester United match online Saturday afternoon. I feel fine, just tired after a very long week. Saturday - Day 1 I wake up to find that the site I use to watch the match posted the time wrong when I last checked it. It started 15 minutes earlier. Then I find that none of the streams will work. Skip ahead to missing all of the first half. I finally manage to get a working stream going well enough to watch the second half. It ends in a draw. That's ok. I can live with that. Gee, I'm awfully tired. I think I'll nap a bit more. Later that evening.... I kind of feel like crap. Why am I so tired still? Is that a tickle in the back of my throat? Fe...

I spent about three hours of my New Year's Eve sitting in my room with Gin, my 14-year-old daughter, watching One Direction funny moments videos on YouTube on my netbook, while Munch, my 11-year-old daughter, played on Club Penguin on the desktop computer. Yeah, it's a real rock-n-roll lifestyle I've got going on. I woke up today - late - and watched the second half of the Man United match. I had a crappy stream on my computer, so I watched the last few minutes in Spanish, exchanging video quality for any understanding of the commentary. We won 0-4 though, so I'm happy. :) I just got an email from the freelance reporter who's supposed to be writing up the police beats today for the paper. I guess she hurt herself last night, so she can't come in to work. Now I'm trying to decide if I'm going to go do the beats before I head to the office to build the paper. I suppose I should, although I'm not exactly sure why. Going above and beyond has gott...