Easter 2017, a distressing view

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It's 8:22 p.m. Central Standard Time.  I didn't get any sleep last night, something that happens to me about every month or two.  I am running ragged and need a beard and moustache trimming.

Seated at my computer, I wonder about my success with magical voices.  My cell phone seems to be missing calls, and my email is worse than that.  

The enemies of the forces of light for all eternity are few, but just a few rotten apples will do you.

Ten years?!?!?!?  Ten years of my life is gone to 9/11 investigation and justice?  How did that happen?  I am now 42 years old, and I am no longer the young buck that put a picture on Hot or Not.

So tired... Going to bed soon.  Napped for a while, but this is excessive.  

How can I have to keep myself alive in my sleep?  How can it have taken me 10 years to write what I needed to say badly on Writer's Cafe?

Tomorrow is another day.

Archangel Gabriel out!