The fiancee says that I should try going to bed earlier. Actually, strike that. She said, in essence: "Go to bed earlier, you dumbass."

Point taken, oh Wise One.

She's right. I need to start getting to bed earlier. I'm sick of being tired and run-down. Perhaps most of that has to do with school. But, some inarguably has to do with my affinity of the information superhighway (love that one) and cable television. Now, don't get me wrong -- I'm not just sitting around wasting time in leiu of heading to bed. I just need a little "break" here and there, if you will.

And right now, against my own better judgment (as I'd rather use this space to elaborate on the BALCO scandal and the ultimate inevitability of Barry Bonds being convicted - by the public, at least - of being a steroid user, killing the credibility of numerous MVP awards and home run records, not to mention all of baseball), I'm going to bed.

Sleep... it's for the birds...

And me, if I'm as smart as my fiancee would prefer.