Is that an aneurism I feel?

Lyrics in my head:
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music woudn't play

Well, I got a whopping 3 hours of sleep last night.

Fortunately I the meeting I was supposed to cover wasn't scheduled until 2:30 today, so I had plenty of time this morning to sit around, calm down, clean myself up, and go to work.

I went to the bureau first, and checked my email, sent a few others, and then I left for the Capitol Building an hour before it was supposed to start. I went outside, it was raining lightly. I got out my umbrella, and the wind damn near stole it from me.

The wind and rain were south-blowing, so I got on the north side of the street and kept my umbrella sheathed. It's a small, weak umbrealla I use, and it would've easily been destroyed by the weather.

I got to the metro station, and got on a train. It was the wrong train, and it took me in the wrong direction, and it made me get very angry with myself.

I switched trains and started going in the direction I needed, and by this time I was worried I would be late.

I got out of the station at the capitol and started walking South to Dirksen Senate Office Building. The rain had picked up, so I was forced to use my umbrella and hold on for dear life. After a fun little walk, I arrived and was relieved to find I was ten minutes early.

But I was not relieved to walk up to the door and find that the hearing had been cancelled.

So much for that bright idea.

I crossed over to Hart and went to SH-303, the office of Sen. Sam Brownback.

I requested his press secretary, because I'd been planning on meeting him at the hearing, and he came after a few minutes. We shook hands, I found out a little about what had happened, and was on my way home.

I want some sleep, badly. Goodnight.