Guest post by Gerard Mcdaniel
When I got home from work today, I was beat. I mean DOG tired. We had everything go wrong today at work. It was terrible! I had some other work that I was going to start on and try to get a jump start for the next week. I hate to do work on Friday night, but if I didn’t want to do any of work this weekend and hang out with my boyfriend, I had to set aside Friday night. I came home, popped a frozen pizza in the microwave and sat on the couch. I got a beer out of the fridge after I ate my pizza and flipped on Satellite TV in Cleveland with my laptop in my lap. The last thing that I remember is my eyes getting heavy and setting my laptop to the side thinking, “I am just going to close my eyes for five minutes”. By the time I woke up, something completely different was on TV, I also remembered dreaming. I picked up my cell phone—I had six missed calls and a bunch of text messages. I looked at the time, it was twelve thirty! I couldn’t believe it!