B.O.T.S.

Woke up in the wee hours w/all sorts of good thought whirling and swirling around. Was in no shape, however, to crawl outta bed and get 'em down. Heck, merely rolling over and pulling out the pen and paper in the nightstand seemed like too much trouble, although really, the issue was that turning on the light would've been too much to bear. So, let's see whether I can piece together some of that train of thought before it went off the rails.

( Rambles On )

EDIT: Oh, wait, there IS an accepted form of BOTS: Asking someone out on a date.