It was yet another late, late night at work. I've got that too-wired-to-sleep thing going on even though it's 2am and I should really go to bed. I finally (finally!) have a day off tomorrow and I'd rather not sleep until noon and waste half of it.
Which is why I came home and poured two fingers of whiskey into a glass and drank it neat. I'm still not sleepy, though. Gregg and the dogs are asleep, as they've been for the past three nights when I finally made it home. It's lonely hanging around the house by myself in the wee hours.