Trial by Error?

Today, is a Sunday. I am awake, for some reason. At 6 am. Actually, I know the reason I am awake. At 5 am, Matt phoned me, and woke me, and made it sound like he was wandering downtown, drunk, trying to walk home. I said good-bye, tried to go back to sleep, but then the guilt kicked in. I said to myself, "Myself, that is not the type of person your mother raised you to be." So I got dressed, got into my car, started it up, and phoned Matt. "Hey, Matt, I am coming to get you, where are you?" He says, with a sense of playfulness "You are beautiful, I am at the 4 Seasons." What the fuck? The 4 Seasons, 3 blocks from my god damned house? So, 8 seconds later, he is in my car, and I drive him the additional 8 blocks to his house. And now I am wide awake. But sadly, not awake enough to do anything that requires the least bit of thought or creativity. So I blog.