Train of Thought derailed at the station

There are 818 messages in my inbox. I'm not usually good with email, but this is extreme, even for me. Thank goodness for gmail's new 'important' filter. Haven't done more than skimmed the subject lines since June, really. Haven't had the time, what with Mom being sick and taking care of her. Haven't even had the time to write in complete sentences.  'Course, i' they were commands, then they'd be complete sentences, 'cause the subject of the phrase would be understood.

I'm sorry. But I can't sleep. It's 1am, and I've been lying here for an hour waiting to ride the soul train to the sweet Land of Nod,  but the engineer got stuck in traffic and everything's runnin' behind schedule. This is not good, because tomorrow starts bright and early and lasts long 'til the 'noon sun sinks to the Western hills. I need my beauty rest.  No, I need my let's-not-get-a-migraine-and-forget-how-to-drive rest.

Okay, have run out of things to say. Except this: Alexander Hamilton? Omigod. Handsome! Have you looked at a $10 bill lately? Do so immediately. Chiseled jaw, strong brow, sleek cheek. Mm-hmm. If given my choice of the founding fathers, I'm taking Hamilton. I can't quite get past Washington's wooden teeth. And the name George. Not sexy, the name George. Sort of like Esmerelda. Just not sexy.  Alexander, though? Good name! I approve. It's all strong and Alex-Baldwin-like in 'The Hunt for Red October'. Good movie, that. I approve of that, too. Sean Connery as a Russian defector with the worst Russian accent ever; 'course he was Bond, once. My sister asked me how old James Bond is supposed to be in the movies. I thought 30s - 40s, max. She said 40s to 50s! Bond! 50?! I don't see it.  Daniel Craig preparing for AARP? I shudder at the thought.

Um. So, that's what happens when I let my mind wander. Imagine that, 24/7! With some random literary references, and you've basically got my brain. Especially sleep deprived. Time for bed, I think, and, hopefully, sleep.