What does one do in the wee small hours of the morning?

Lament.
But not envy.
Go way beyond what would ever be attainable.
So that even this looks like something I should covet:

But it isn't. Contacts are peeling off of my eyes but I've got that old so and so thing going on again. That "really into something right now" thing and sleep isn't an option. Besides all the Diet Coke.

*Reality alert: Xander is sick again and with a high fever. I mean to tell you this kid has been ill since he started his new school. He hasn't had one full week there yet. He'll be out again tomorrow while Gary is off. Here's praying his little immune system fights back like a champ. *