substance | June 11, 2007 | 00:25

I slept all day. I played two hockey games last night and then went out for as many drinks afterwards, but having burned about 2,000 calories and then eating little more than a basket of fries and some chicken fingers while imbibing a pint of beer and a whiskey sour, and not being terribly heavy to begin with, I guaranteed that I wouldn't have any desire to get out of bed this morning.

I got into it around 2 a.m. last night and stayed there until almost 4 p.m. today. Talk about a lazy Sunday. Still, I can't help but be pissed that I squandered the whole day. Then, when I finally was awake, I did nothing but watch some inane television and shore up some things for work before taking in the Shield season finale and then attempting to go back to sleep.

It's 12:30 a.m. and I'm not remotely tired. I need to get up with the sun tomorrow to get to work on time. Already, I know I won't be a happy camper tomorrow morning ... and could this entry be any more fucking inane? ... but I can't force myself to sleep when I'm not the least bit tired.

I'd really have preferred to talk about something of substance, but I don't even know what substance is.