"this is a friendly

sober reminder that you have to be up and on TV in a few hours," said my sister's message late last night. In the state I was in, it struck me as so funny that I actually had to stop on the sidewalk to laugh. Since I normally don't sleep all that well the night before these segments, as I have to be up no later than 4am and even if I go to bed really early I can't fall asleep, I figured what would be the difference if instead of getting 7 bullshit hours of sleep I got, say, 1 and a half ? Well, it all made sense when I went to bed at 2:43am. I DESERVE to go out and do stuff on a Friday night like a normal person, I think was my foolhardy rationale. Actually, that's not true. I was just going to go out until 11 and then 2:43 happened. For the first time today while doing the live segment I started feeling like I was floating away from myself, like "here you are on TV talking about stuff and it's live and this is you talking and what would happen if you just suddenly stopped talking? or forgot what you were saying?" neither of these things happened but I hardly felt like I nailed it and instead I felt like I was on autopilot and I wonder if anyone is such a pro that they can do this (this being "do it in their sleep" which I essentially was). I came home and watched it though, and it really wasn't THAT bad although I hate the purple shirt I was wearing. Fuck you purple shirt. Also, the anchor forgot to pronounce the middle syllable of my name, thus today I was Allen. I feel more like a Steve.