Sleep pattern's alllll messed up

If you're like me, you HATE when your starts with the alarming realization that you've overslept. And being pissed at yourself is no fun, 'cause ya wanna holler at SOMEbody, but hollering atyourself makes people thnk you're N-U-T-S (or confirms it for those that already had a hunch).

So today is odd, in that I got out of bed about 90 minutes early AND I overslept. Confused? Let me explain; for SOME reason I woke up at 6:56am and head Flo Rida's "Right Round" on my alarm clock/radio on the night stand. Nothing unusual there - I leave that radio on like a doting mother leaves a baby monitor on in the nursery - I keep an ear on the radio station so I know she's doing well.

Problem is, once Flo Rida was done...nothing. Total silence...not just for a few seconds, but for whole SWATHS of minutes. So I leapt into action...sent a text message to my buddy Blue, in the building at work, to have him see what was up. He said we were getting no live feed from our friends at Kidd Kraddick. Ugh. So I threw some jeans on, fed the cat 9HAVE to feed the cat if I like my carpet unsoiled..what a brat Bailey can be sometimes) and raced to work to figure out what to do.

That's the "got up 90 minutes early" part. Got to the station, saw that my man Sterling just didn't have our studio configured correctly before he left last night (he never forgets that, usually) so ALLLLL of our 6 a.m. hour was silent, too (awesome...station managers LOVE finding this out first thing in their day....grrrr) so I was a little hot under the collar just getting to work all in a panic only to find that a (sorry Sterling) boneheaded oversight needed a simple fix. I coulda stayed in bed and talked Blue through this...

So I went back home, made a stack of Egg-Os, brought my blood pressure down :) and decided to snag another hour of sleep; only that goal of waking up around 8:30 was more like 11:04 am - only about 35 minutes late for our weekly manager's meeting. Great. I do my diligence and it somehow bites me in the ol' rump roast. Nothing quite like waking up to boss Johnny's voicemail wondering where I am. To his credit, the voicemail was kinda goofy/funny, so I apparently didn't miss much in the meeting.

SONG OF THE DAY: HOW DO YOU SLEEP by Jesse McCartney and Ludacris. (Sense the irony?)

PLANS FOR THE (REMAINDER OF THE) DAY: Live tonight at Senor Frogs (7-9pm) then I reckon I'll see what I missed on 'Idol' (thank you Time Warner Cable DVR). I've started not to take what the judges say all that seriously when it's OBVIOUS they're being coached to be positive about some performers when you just KNOW if (for example) Simon and Kara were allowed to say what they wanted, to each contestant, in a more consistant manner, they'd have no time for Megan, Michael and Scott. All about the ratings, ain't it? 'Cause in their cases, it's not about finding the next "great" recording artist. Scott's a great story, but it's a mean world in the music industry, and he's done little to make me think he's the next big thing in music. Just keepin' it real.

LONG-RANGE PLANS: Forecast hasn't improved any for this weekend. Keep ya posted.

IN REVIEW: Can't believe Bill Buchanan gave his life to save the President and all those hostages last night on '24.' It's like he KNOWS he can't let JACK BAUER ignite that explosion and give HIS life, because he knows Jack's more "bad-ass" than he, and thuse, there's still like 14 "hours" in this season. '24' can't go all '24' hours with only '10' hours of Jack Bauer, right? Still a great show...after all these ... "days."