Last Man Standing


I am, as gentlemen of the world might say, totally fucked, in a mental, sleep deprivation kind o’ way.

I’ve been up since 6:00 a.m. Saturday Colorado time (which is/was 1:00 p.m. Saturday UK time) and now it is Sunday 5:21 p.m. UK time (which is/was/will be/might never happen) 10:21 a.m. (Sunday) Colorado time.

If I’ve done me maths right, it means I have been stone-cold, wide-awake for more than 28 hours.

That feels about right.

I’m wiped/exhausted/totalled/blitzed/hummered/zinged/fucked.

The wife is out walking the dog.

I’m going to pretend to give a shit and try to stay awake long enough to swallow the promised bacon sandwich.

After that… well, fuck. Gotta go to work on Tuesday.

Only one more day to sweat about how I’ve ruined my life.

*This is a pic of The Great Sand Dunes National Park taken from the new “stunt plane” owned by my dad. (Jesus that thing is fun. It’s like a stunt plane. That does stunts. Like a plane.)


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