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Every year I help balance out the cash boxes at the end of our local library's fancy-schmancy auction. Usually there are four of us, but this year two couldn't make it, so I recruited Megan (lucky girl). Usually I'm home by 11PM, however, this year the stars misaligned and we didn't get home until 12:30ish. That's 12:30 IN THE MORNING. Driving home I was thinking to myself how sad it was to be getting home so late without there having been the benefit of dancing, drinking, or general carousing, until I realized that even the prospect of those three things wouldn't be enough to convince me to stay out much past 9:30PM anymore. Also, in the interest of full disclosure, I was never a fan of alcohol, so we can tighten that list up to just dancing and general carousing.

The whole point of this was to tell you how even though I was dead tired, I was so jazzed up from all of the thinking and math I had to do while balancing out the cash boxes that I didn't get to sleep until sometime between 2 and 3AM and how it has taken me two and a half days to get past feeling like I'm going to pass out at any given moment. If I didn't have two kids, I probably would've reveled in the woozy feeling, instead it was just annoying. Dave corralled the kids this morning so I could catch some extra shut-eye and if it weren't for that, I'd still be feeling off. Two and a half days! Sad.

I'm afraid to call Megan to ask how she's doing. She might yell at me.