Heroic

It's dark and raining and I only got four hours of sleep last night. But am I leaving work early to lie in bed and read? No. Am I under my desk, arranging a nest of jackets and sweaters so I can curl up and sneak a nap? I am not. Am I even sitting up in front of my computer, "resting my eyes" for an hour or two? Uh-uh. No way. Therefore, I am a superhero, a badass, a ninja of wakefulness. And nothing can take that away from me, not even the fact I'm not making a lick of fucking sense right now.