This is Getting a Mite Weird

There's something rather perverse about staying up all night for charity, writing soft porn about Martha Stewart and Big Betty at 5 a.m.
After being glued to this computer in one way or another for the last 22 hours, I am beginning not to give a damn about what happens with that big hard prison sausage.
All I want by now is a hot shower and a cool pillow... and 12 hours of REM sleep.