Rise of Evil

I woke yesterday morning around 7. I was not particularly evil at that time, though I'll admit to any number of flaws.

I fell into bed at 5AM Eastern today after working with a customer all night. I snuggled into pillows, feeling the linens against my skin since I'd dropped clothing - piece by piece - on my way from the door to the bed. I was exhausted - nearly incoherent with a desperate need to sleep - and had grown increasingly impatient over the course of the night. Someone elsewhere in the airport hotel made a noise, likely rising to begin his day. I growled with such menace that I understood I wanted to harm him for daring disturb my precious rest.

"100% evil," I mumbled, still glaring around the darkened room, firmly warning the building into silence.

You won't like me when I'm sleepy.

I made it home, taking a conference call while I waited for the plane. I hung on while I traveled back, feeling completely sick. I returned home rather than dutifully heading to the office. After greeting a frantically happy puppy, I curled up in bed - this time comfortably clad in pajamas - and Chienne curled under my right arm. Sprout soon cuddled into my left side. And we slept.

Once I grow more rested and less incoherent, I'll tell you more of my adventure.