Note to self - Newt will wake me first thing in the morning whether I want it or not. He's a persistent little bugger.... I played with him while 3/4 asleep this morning, having him hunt my hand under the covers while I pretty much remained in a mostly-sleep state for about fifteen minutes until he decided that he wanted to be chased.... hopping down from the bed, and Mer-ing at the foot until I got up and staggered after him around the house. (he remained underfoot, and playful as I slowly woke, brushed my teeth, and got a drink from the kitchen.) As I type, he's now on the floor, resting his chin on my right foot.

Been bitten by a crocodile lately? Yes? Then you get a free case of beer.

Newton's heartbeat makes me smile.

zoinks! 11?

Later, dear Journal.

From about 1 to 6 today my sense of time had stopped functioning properly.

Minutes seemed like hours. I kept getting a bad case of the nods, blinking off into Russian sleep and then finding myself looking at a clock, only to discover I'd only been out of it for a moment or two.

I drifted back and forth to being able to hardly keep my eyes open... my body was feeling like a limp dishrag... and my mind, (while firing solidly at code) continued to wander or settle places in the darker recesses of my cranium.

I think that they're all symptoms of being overtired. Upside, I didn't feel crabby, though I was rather numbskulled for a while...maybe that's not the right term. My mind was sharp, but scattered. Thought confetti filled a lot of the cracks.

I feel that the bike ride is what really woke me up. I was a member of the walking dead for a while there.

Some dinner will set me back to totally right.

to tide you over...