I'm mad at Words With Friends, the puzzle game you can play with, uh, friends. It will not allow me to use the words Kaos.
That's an injustice. I've watched Get Smart for years and the two agencies at each other's throats are Maxwell Smart's Control, and Siegfried's Kaos. So far as I'm concerned, that makes it legit.
So. There.
What do you do when you're sitting up in bed at 1:30 in the morning? You watch Get Smart on TV. It was the episode where Max saves the day despite himself.
You also play internet poker for millions of fake chips. Then, I might add, you find yourself upset when you lose a hundred million fake chips on a bad beat. I mean, it took me months to build that mountain of worthless cyber cash.
And I doubt that any one of you have any pity for me.
This past Sunday I wrote about watching a Get Smart marathon. The show was of course about a bumbling secret agent, Maxwell Smart, who was a lovable dolt. He drove his boss, who was only known the Chief, crazy. Yet things always seemed to work out despite Max. I suppose they'd have to; not much of a comedy if the lead character actually gets killed because of his stupidity.
I happened into an old friend yesterday (I'll call him Cloyce just to give him a name) and mentioned that I spent a lot of the weekend watching the marathon. He asked, "Did you see the one where Max did something dumb and the Chief yelled at him, Max!"
"Cloyce," I said, "That's like asking if I saw the Gilligan's Island episode where they almost got off the island but Gilligan messed it up."
Cloyce is a bit like Max when you think about it.
I was awake at 6 AM Tuesday. I worked, then played my curling match that night. We won, demonstrating the importance of a solid third in a curling lineup. I immediately left on a sales trip, figuring I could catch a few power naps along the way.
That didn't happen. The two times I tried I never came close to falling off into dreamland. The first time I was at a truck stop, but the chairs in the rec room were simply too uncomfortable to sleep in. So after an hour I gave up and went back to driving, to try to catch a nap later. That didn't work either, rental van seats being equally unconducive to sleep, so I just went about my day.
It's a funny feeling when, after being up and about for around 30 hours, in my case Noonish yesterday, that you realize you're tired but don't actually feel like sleeping. I felt profoundly fatigued yet was wide awake and very aware of what I was doing. My eyes weren't drooping shut; I was not nodding off in the least. I was driving well, and dealing with customers quite normally, chit-chatting and answering questions as though I knew what I was talking about. Indeed, I felt I could go another thirty hours. If anything, I had anxiety. I was anxious to keep going, to prove that I was up to my unintentionally imposed challenge.
Arriving home just after 4, I unloaded my own order at the Shop, returned the rental van, and on getting home I got on the computer. You know, to catch up on e-mails, not play games or anything (how could you think that?). I soon thought I'd stay up until 7, to break my record by an hour. Why not? And surely lying in bed with a book would seal the deal.
I woke up at 7:25 this morning with a book crunched under me. I think I made it til 5:30, or 35-1/2 hours. I missed it by that much, as Maxwell Smart would say.
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