Sleep? Who needs sleep?

Today I was supposed to work in the office from nine to five. Due to "massive communication errors" with the network, I didn't leave the office until 5:45 after spending the better part of the day on the phone with local techs and techs in California.

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The computer issues are voluminous enough to merit their own post, but since this blog is for class and none of you care anyway (and really, why should you? It is of vital importance to my livelihood, and even I don't want to read a post about it) I will leave out those sordid details.
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Upon leaving the office, I proceeded directly to the nearest drive through window to obtain a softdrink of a size worthy of the heat.

Arriving at my 6:00 rehearsal at 6:07, I navigated the labyrinthian path to the light board and illuminated the stage. I am directing a fifteen minute play by a local playwright that is to be performed at an outdoor venue with set pieces I have not yet seen. In true community theatre fashion, we are opening the Friday I will be in Pittsburgh with you, dear Readers.

My activities after leaving rehearsal included traveling to the local Massive Bookstore cum Over Priced Coffee Shop(TM) to pick up a copy of Winchester's book for 2000. Of course, the copy which I had previously reserved online was not there for pick up. Instead, I purchased four books for pleasure reading. I haven't read anything since school started. I cannot fathom why I purchased four new books to add to the growing Read Me Next Stack (TM).

I then traveled to the Massive Pet Supply Store (TM) where I purchased (what else?) pet supplies. Grocery shopping and getting gas followed.

Ultimately, I arrived home after 9:00. I checked my e-mail, caught up on the discussion boards, had some semblance of dinner, posted on this blog about simple spelling, and prepared myself for the quiz.

At 11:45, I digitally dropped the quiz and shut down my laptop.

Faithful Readers who have made it this far, here is the crux of my post:
Despite the fullness of my day, upon completion of the quiz, I found myself with an abundance of energy.

What outlet did I discover for that energy? I cleaned the bathroom. That's right. Instead of well-earned sleep, I cleaned the bathroom -- the bane of every keeper of the house. This wasn't your ordinary, run of the mill cleaning either. I even scrubbed the mildew from the out-of-sight, out-of-mind bottom of the bath mat. My hands still smell like bleach.

It is now 1:30, and I am still composing this tome as an alternative to sleep.

I blame the entire thing on the quiz. I am sure that quiz is the entire reason I am still wide awake nearly three hours past my bedtime. Absolutely, positively, without a doubt certain.

At least that is what I am telling myself.