…was a bit of a haze.

The night before, Jane and I and Lynn blasted numerous waves of undead (Guild Wars 2) and then Lynn, on the East Coast, went off sensibly to bed, while we, on the West, decided to watch a little TV.

Jane and I discovered, on Tivo, the Hell’s Kitchen finale and 2 hours of the Project Runway beginning, plus a new opener of Who Do You Think You Are and a Nova Special on the Australian Silurian.

Well, thank goodness we only watched Hell’s Kitchen and Project Runway, and checked the clock.

I stayed awake way past my witching hour, and once that happened—well, I think I measured my actual sleep Thursday night in 15 minute bursts, about three of them. I did not so much as wake up Friday morning as give up and get up.

I didn’t sleep during the day. I just kept going, but I’m certainly going to re-read everything I wrote during Friday.

That very rarely happens. Thank goodness. I felt like a ton of bricks had landed on me. All day. Come evening, I decided to hold out until actual dark, because I didn’t want to get my hours skewed around.

I am glad to report I slept Friday night.