Mother bleeping, effing, son of a...AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!

Sorry. I needed that. I have been here since 1:30. That's 1:30 p.m. folks. Still have not left. Why, you may ask? Freaking obit came through at 7 and my editor wants me to do a story on the gentleman. I don't mind having the extra hours but for the love of God! Ugh. I called the widow already and she said she'd talk to me but not until 9. Sigh. So here I sit. Killing time. I've called two other sources in the mean time. One didn't answer so I left a message. The other just rang, and rang, and rang. Double Sigh. I need some sleep. I had originally come in here early today so I could get home earlier.

Not this time. Sorry bucko. It's another late night at the O.k. Corral for you.

Giddyap little doggies.