If I were any more tired right now, Michael Schiavo could be counseling M. on how to pull the plug.

I’m persistently vegetative.

So, well before midnight, I will likely be a-snooze in my bed, drooling on the pillow, grunting and snoring and looking so much like death that M. will have to question the sanity of ever having invited me out here. Or, maybe it will touch him deeply, as I sleep baby-like, but without spit up or defecation (I hope).