Why am I awake? (NaBloPoMo Day 11)
I have no earthly idea why I’m awake.
Drove up to Pennsylvania last night with my friend Eric to go play poker at Bill’s house. It’s about a two-hour drive, but it was good company, and aside from Bill, I got to see my buddy Jeff, who moved up there back in June. Eric, Bill, Jeff and I were all regulars at the poker games I have here at my house, but since Bill and Jeff moved away, we’ve had a couple of times I’ve had to cancel a planned game because of lack of players.
So Bill decided to host a game and Eric and I made the drive. We didn’t get back into town until way after two, and I think I turned out the light at 3:05 or something like that. Woke up at 7-ish, and here I sit, writing this post at just before 8am. Damn, I wish I knew how to sleep in.