Too Sleepy To Save Myself

So the aliens returned last night. I don't know, maybe it was the fog and the wind stoking my imagination. Maybe it was the strange way the lights from the neighboring houses were diffused into the air when I walked around outside in the chilly dark night. Either way, when I went to bed last night I was pretty sure something was lurking around the house. That, added with the howling of the wind was kind of freaking me out. Did I mention that it was very very dark inside? Yeah, there was that, too. And, of course, as I'm laying in bed I'm thinking scary things and getting myself even more paranoid. Because it seems that's what I do when I'm in bed by myself. I had just gotten myself almost worked up enough to call next door to ask if there were any OBG's available to check out the house for me. And, then I realized that the thin white tshirt I was wearing combined with a very cold house did not make for appropriate attire. Even for a "Help. Aliens are attacking" middle of the night emergency call. And, then I realized that I was too lazy to throw anything else on. Too lazy to save myself from possible alien abduction. When I woke up this morning safe and sound, I figured it must be because aliens don't abduct slackers. Which is good because I needed more excuses...