I can't blame the fact that I'm now running late on my oversleeping yesterday. I can blame it on Turner Classic Movies for showing a goatload of old film noir movies. It's not my fault that I couldn't stop watching! They wanted me to watch! They made me watch! Now the gibbous moon, at zenith, is beginning to vanish into the brightening sky. I'll have nowhere to hide! The darkness deserts me and I will be caught! How will I ever get to sleep when I know they could come after me at any time? I know I shouldn't have done it- I knew even while I was doing it, but I couldn't help myself. Why didn't anyone stop me? It's their fault. They knew I was crazy. They should have been watching me. Now it's too late! I'll never let them take me alive!