[muse]

Ladies and gentlemen,

It’s 3:15 AM on Easter Sunday (March 23, 200 and I’m sitting (somewhat inonspicuously) in my car in the Burger King parking lot, taking advantage of their wifi hotspot.

Tommorrow (or rather this morning), I am leading worship for almost two thousand people at the Saint Simons Island community sunrise service.  That thought (in the words of Amy Winehouse) makes “my guts churn.”  Granted I’m not crying for anyone on the kitchen floor (another Amy Winehouse reference- see the song “You Know I’m No Good”, or on second thought…don’t), but I am really nervous.  Consequently, I woke up early.  Really early.

I woke up at about a quarter till three and can’t go back to sleep.  I’m totally awake and utterly miserable about it.  This is definitely out of character for me.  Usually it’s oversleeping that’s my problem. 

 Well, I’ve checked my e-mail and my myspace.  I’ve tinkered around on youtube and even added some new apps on facebook.  Why does it take me thirty minutes to do something as simple as find my keys and yet, I can cram thirty minutes of web-browsing into the wee hours of the morning somewhat effortlessly?

I’m retarded for not drinking some milk and going back to bed.  I think I’ll go do that now.  Folks, this has been gloriouslly random and strange, but I think I’m gonna go give sleep a second chance.  What the heck was I thinking?