Thursday morning, 3 a.m.

I know, shameless Paul Simon ripoff. I gotta get some sleep. Up before the chickens.

How I got to looking at bad tattoos at 4:00 in the morning, I’ll never know. Actually, I can’t say they’re *bad* tattoos, because they’re art. Who’s to say what’s bad art?  Anyway, this was all before coffee, so not my fault.


Hey, Robert Culp died. I liked him. I don’t have the Dinner Theatre program done yet, and we open tomorrow. Wonder when I’m going to shop before leaving on tour. I am out of chocolate Cheerios. I have to go to the bank.

I think I’m turning Japanese.

To spare you any more non-sequiturs, I remain yours truly,

Rat (you know you’re stressed when you’re actually looking forward to being responsible for taking two charter buses to New York City with 103 other people) Fink

6 thoughts on “Thursday morning, 3 a.m.

  1. PKPudlin

    Sweetie, I love ya. But Paul Simon’s song was *Wednesday* Morning, 3 AM.

    I’ll let ya slide on that one. My stress level went up just looking at those tattoos. No wonder you’re not sure what day it is.

    Peas (and carrots)


    1. Rat Fink Post author

      Haha…I know dat, luv! But thanks for letting it slide anyway. I hope you’re relaxing these days with minimum stress! Miss ya!


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