If we’re going to get a case of wrong-number drunken dialing at 2:30 in the A-bloody-M, it might as well be on the night I’m up until 6:00, no?

*ring!* *ring!*

Me: *checking caller ID, it’s a wireless number* Hello?

Him: *mumble mumble* (something that sounds like) Brian?

Me: Who?

Him: Um, (something that sounds a bit more like) Brian?

Me: I think you have a wrong number, sorry.

Him: *mumble*

*click*

I waited a few seconds to see if he’d call back, but… well, maybe he really did dial the number correctly the second time. And as I stood there in the kitchen I thought, “Ah! I have posting material now!” Yeah, I’ve been at this too long.

It hit me in this past half hour… I’m really starting to feel the exhaustion. Luckily the Blogathon group remailer and a very kind comment left here are all encouragement to keep going. Ninety more minutes, that’s all it takes.

Oh, and the X TV series? It’s very pretty-looking so far, but I’m not sure if I’m going to like it. We’ll see… but not tonight. Clearly watching subtitled anime is not the right idea at this hour. Some other time perhaps.

Speaking of which… see you in half an hour for the Final Hour Timecheck. Huzzah!

Wendi has fed me breakfast, I’ve posted bunny pictures (though more will come, have no fear), and now I think I’m going to take a Very Quick Shower. Yeah, I feel kinda grungy. The hot spray on my sunburned bits should be invigorating, wouldn’t you say?

When I get back, I’ll commence with the… settling in for 22 more hours of this. Yeah, that’s my grand plan for the Blogathon. I think big, y’all.

Here’s my rough plan for tomorrow:

12a to 6a: Finish last leg of Blogathon

6a to (undetermined): Sleep as long as possible

(undetermined) to (bedtime): Stay the hell off the computer

Sounds like a great plan, doesn’t it?

Okay, so I am having fun. Enforced journal writing, however, isn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world, even with as lackadaisical an effort as I’ve been putting forth here.

Speaking of effort… Surprise, here’s more bunnies!

Okay, so now I’m bathed. And there’s goop in my hair to make it stand up the way I like. Of course, I’m not bothering to brush it or anything… I should look nice and dorky on the cam for Blogathon.

Yes, I said cam.

Scary, wot? What can I say, I have a weakness for opportunities to show off my goofy-looking mug.

I get a kick out of my kids.

Alex is so serious, just like his dad, when he’s not being silly, just like his dad. I think he’s doing a better job of things than I was at his age, though he can be stubborn about the darnedest things as well. Gee, I have no idea where he gets that. Recently he’s been working on mastering Sonic Adventure 2 and unlocking characters in Soul Calibur on the Dreamcast, churning through The Elenium by David Eddings, and sussing out the secrets of Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. I’m hoping to start him on Raymond Feist’s Riftwar books once he’s done with the last of the Elenium trilogy. He just started The Hidden City this evening so there’s a few days yet. Alexander is a perceptive and surprisingly empathic young man who, if we can train him up right, will probably find himself more popular with the girls than he’ll know what to do about. Hey, it has to beat how I stumbled through that aspect of life for so many years.

Erica is such a normal little girl in so many ways, and yet surprisingly deep and mature in several others. Mind you, she’s far and away the more devious of the two. Nothing escapes her notice, and she learns very well just by watching. Case in point: Alex was playing one of the 3D platform-style games a while back, and Erica just sat and watched. She didn’t ask to play until at least a week had gone by. Then, when she did decide to play, she was off and finding things in the game that Alex didn’t even know about! Her current responsibility is that of General Bunny Wrangler (to her mom’s Bunny Wrangler In Charge, of course) and she takes great delight in handling the bunnies and making sure they have clean water and fresh food. She’s our little nature-lover and adventurer, no doubt about it. Not to mention her role as Social Butterfly, which is what makes her parents wonder what set of genes she picked that up from. Erica is a complete natural at social networking, though she has some hard lessons yet to learn about trust and about fairness.

Yeah, I have great kids. No doubt in my mind.