The Incorrigible Night Owl

I am so tired right now I probably could not even be classified as alive. We’re talking Afternoon of the Living Dead, here. A mad scientist has reanimated my corpse and I’m staggering around the house with a glassy-eyed, vacant stare, drooling slightly and communicating via terrifying, hideous moans and wails.
So, you know, pretty much the usual.
With this tidbit of information it should make everyone in the immediate area thrilled to know I’m about to head out to the garage and attempt to operate a two-ton motor vehicle. I would love to abstain but I committed myself to helping at Wednesday night church through the end of October, so off we go.
Fortunately my zombie-like attributes do not extend as far as being compelled to consume the flesh of mortals, so that’s good news for the rest of the church.
Grrrrrr.