After Midnight

By christ, I'm tired. It's 10 past midnight and I've been at work for nearly two hours. I'd do actual work, work that didn't involve refreshing my email every 2 minutes to watch the emails fly back and forth between our two tech teams as to why our box isn't working, but I can't touch our website, which is most of my work, and the other stuff I do calls for a kind of attention I'm not sure I can muster right now.

When I was a kid, I'm pretty sure I was considered a weird kid by most of my peers. Some of that I played up, some of it was just natural.

My friends Edith and Karen and I invented sayings for a lot of things. Like that feeling that you get when you're over-tired and your eyes are dry. "I've got chips in my eyes," one of us would say, late into a sleep over, stretched out in sleeping bags on couch cushions on someone's living room floor. "Yeah, me too, but let's just watch until the next commercial."

Big pieces of chips, right here, these eyeballs.