I can't believe I'm up at this hour.  I can certainly believe what has me up.  I knew when I watched those two episodes of Criminal Minds a month ago that they were going to stay with me.  I dreamed of them, and now my sphincter hurts from involuntarily, unconscious contraction.  I'm hoping a few minutes awake will give it a chance to relax so I can sleep again.

While awake, I am praying for Curry and for Joey, two young men who are in very bad way for very different reasons.  I hope the defeated feeling I have for them is just the lingering effect of the hopeless dream.  I also pray again that God's work in their lives will far exceed the limitations of my faith.

I have to be at work early in the morning.  What a night for this.  Television has destroyed my night, and I didn't watch a minute of it tonight.