I spent the entire night last night running from zombies and serial killers. I'm plumb tuckered. The lesson here is that I've either got to A) get a man in the bed with me, or B) stop watching TV.
Neither option seems all that appealing.
I was already tired, and I stayed up to watch the draft. The Cowboys had the 18th pick. Not too bad, but they traded all the way down to the 31st pick. I can't stay up that late. I'll check the results in the morning.
And your PSA for the day: The windshield wiper switch will not turn off your car's engine. It will, however, start your day with a delightful little heart attack when your wiper blades unexpectedly scrape across the dry grass.