Rollin with the punches...

Bout 2:33 am I got a call. Now, this isn't always that unusual for me. I have a few friends that live far away, and I've been known to wake up from a dead sleep to answer the phone, because you never know. It might be the Publisher's Clearing House, or it might a voice that says "Mr. Beebe, we have a job for you."
( Warning: Chester Emo stuff back here )

Now, I'm gonna take a couple of Ibuprofen and see if I can write another chapter of Sid. There's a demand, you know.

A bit of Coulton in the night.

I'm awful tired. I blame the dilation of my eyes from earlier.

Would it be bad if I told you how much you touch my soul? Would it be wrong to tell you that you are the reason why I have such hope the human race will come to it's senses? You are the best folks. You are family.

From my musical obsession, one of the prettiest songs: Womb with a View