This thread is to the night owls.
I am sitting here at my computer trying to get sleepy enough to go to bed. The kids are sleeping, the boyfriend came over after 27 rounds of golf, crawled into my bed and crashed hours ago (yeee haaa 
). It’s not just the fact that I drank to much Pepsi tonight, but I am enjoying the peace and quiet.
>^,^<
KITTEN
Coarse and violent nudity. Occasional language.
Yep, Contestant #3 reporting for duty…
Contestant #3
Emotionally stressful night job. Don’t use drugs anymore.
Funny thing is, I really prefer mornings.
Always been more of an AM person. Damn night job.
Can’t sleep… so I thought I’d stop by the SD for some thought, and peek into the latest 10Q’s at Edgar. If that doesn’t make me sleepy, I dunno what I’ll do. Late-night TV in Mexico City sucks, you get 8 or so channels of lame infomercials for science-defying beauty products like a soap that supposedly enters your pores and burns the fat out of your skin and a scalp treatment that regenerates hair in men with male pattern baldness. They’ll also sell you a series of cassettes and books to improve your memory and a program that uses subliminal messages to improve your lot in life. I wonder if there’s any $$$ to be made in translating a debunking of the Clam Plate Orgy. Apparently at this late hour I’ve misplaced my carriage return.
Ah yes, there you are.
Now if you’ll all excuse me I’m gonna go make me some chocolate milk, if anyone cares to join me I’ll be in the kitchen.
For a number of reasons, including, but not limited to:
Here. . . I sometimes wish we didn’t have to sleep. It eats up time I’d rather spend doing something else. What, I have no clue. . . I’m not doing much now anyway.
– Sylence
“The problem with reality is the lack of background music.” – Anon
I’m up for the day. I wake up about 3:00 A.M. and start my day. I got up at 2:00 today because of an asthma attack.
Up late? No, up early.
What, is there any other time of the day to be awake?
BTW Mariachi, no te quejes! We’re only putting to practice what we’ve been taught (I mean the MEANFOMERCIALS… :)).
Well, my coworkers had a party for me tonight since I’m moving away soon. They rented the clubhouse of one coworkers apt complex but, unfortunately, they couldn’t rent the pool and hot tub so we had to share it with the other people who lived there. I say unfortunately because of the events of the evening. I was inside talking to a friend and this woman comes running in and says, “Where’s the phone? I need to call 911.” We found the phone and she started calling. Then, this really large drunk guy in a rage comes in and starts screaming at her. She picks up a beer bottle and starts threatening tohit him over the head and calling him racial slurs (she was calling him the “n word” that’s a derogatory term for African-Americans but, the thing is, he was a while guy). They go round and round and she, we deduced, never really called the police. He walks outside and I continue talking to my friend. Then some kid comes running in yelling about how some guy was outside slashing tires. My cars out there so I go running outside. Sure enough, it was my car they got. I went back inside and called the police because the drunk guy and the woman were still fighting. Apparently, earlier, he’d worn a REALLY expensive watch to the pool and it had disappeared. He started throwing the furniture around the pool and accusing her kids of taking the watch. That’s when she ran in to “call the police.”
So I waited around and the police came and did what they do. The drunk guy said he didn’t touch my car but offered to pay for new tires. I didn’t accuse anybody of anything because I didn’t see anyone touch my car. I just know there were knife punctures.
After all that, some friends and I stayed in the hot tub and talked. I got home about half an hour ago but am too keyed up to sleep ;).
I’m up, as usual, at 6 am, drinking beer. There is no better time of the day than this, whether you’re up early or up late.
Good morning. 
One beer is less than two beers.
Topolino - Was Beeruser the “really drunk guy”?
Uh, I don’t know. Beeruser, was that you running around the apartment complex last night?
Caffeine addiction is a bitch. I’m trying to wean myself off the stuff, but calculating how quickly to taper off is not easy.
Apparently I didn’t drink enough of it today, because a couple of hours ago, I started to get the hideous, pounding headache that accompanies withdrawal. The only cure that works is more caffeine, so I belted about 40 oz of Moutain Dew. This didn’t complete the cure, but it did take the edge off; at least now I can see straight.
Of course, now that I’ve had that much caffeine, it’ll be yet a few more hours before I can get any sleep. So I’ll be tired at work tomorrow, which means I will probably need to consume mass quantities of caffeine in order to stay awake through the staff meeting.
Anyone else see a pattern here?
I’m not a warlock. I’m a witch with a Y chromosome.
Gee, guys! Still here? Don’t you ever sleep?
The lapel button I wear when pulling an all-nighter:
“Sleep is great, but it’s no substitute for caffeine.”
Well, I have two main reasons I’m up late. One, life is kicking me in the ass recently, so I’m too wound up to sleep. And two, I have a lot of friends on the west coast that I chat with, so I end up talking to them until midnight their time. And then pay for it at work the next day.
Speaking of which, I should probably be getting to bed…
I understand where you are coming from Falcoln. I don’t mind life passing me by…But when it starts throwing things at me…
The moon looks on many flowers, the flowers on but one moon.
Hmm. Looks like everybody went to bed and hour ago. Oh well. See ya all tomorrow morning.