Got to prep

I had a rough day yesterday. I know, situation normal. But I was tired enough and sore enough and had enough by 9pm so I took my pills and wandered off to Lala Land, followed shortly by bed and sleep. A nice, early night.

At half-past-God-knows-what-time, someone woke me up to tell me he was "going to bed and Blazing Saddles is on TV". Now it's 2.30am, the pills are not doing what they need to and me and the dog are still awake. She is such a noisy bitch, I can't win.

I didn't win Powerball, either. It's just not my night, is it? Oh well, next week is 18 Million. Someone might just get lucky. Maybe I should make use of these wakeful hours to make up my Powerball shopping list. Just to prove I'm ready and able to take on the task of taking guardianship of so much wealth.

Well it simply wouldn't do for it all to go to someone unprepared, now, would it?