So, at least I can now say that I know what it's like to be at the end of a loaded firearm. Last night I fell asleep at at about nine, something I've done not in a while. I didn't mean to. I just put my head down and crashed. But, I usually only get about five to six hours of sleep a night, so I popped right back up at around 2:30 or so, and could not go back under. After an hour of laying there I decided to get up, and went downstairs into my basement office. I decided to watch Chuck , which I missed last Monday. More on that later. I goofed off for a while, hoping I'd get tired again. At about 4:30 or so, my dog started barking in the space above my head. He was very agitated. This annoyed me an awful lot, as I'm sure it was bothering my wife. He usually growls anytime there's a cat outside, which is a lot. Sometimes a dog or some other critter will get into our mud room. Billy was upset, and Amy opened the door to the basement and cried down for me. "The
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