I feel so out-of-it. You see, I had to work the morning show. The early, early morning show. And, as a result of my lethargy, a life was lost.
Here are the highlights of my morning (italics denote internal monologue at-the-time):

10:00 PM - the night before
I lie in bed, trying to sleep.
What the f--k did I sign up for? I've never been asleep this early. Ever. Okay, I was once: after the Holiday Ale Fest this winter, but I was pretty really drunk then.

4:00 AM
Get up, open my eyes, and even though they're open, I still can't see. Eventually, I manage to sorta wake up - no thanks to my Irish Spring soap. After shot-gunning several cups of coffee (which is mouch safer than a the "keg stand" method, I initally envisioned), and soon start feeling ready to face the day.

4:25 AM
I pack a nice little bag, place my coffee thermos inside, and head out the door.
I'm off to great start!

4:30 AM
I soon discover that I didn't screw the thermos lid on correctly - thus, soaking everything in my bag with my morning latte. Everything is salvaged, except my trusty Canon Efph Powershot - the greatest little digital camera ever made.
Nooooo! How will I document my morning show adventure? With what....with words?

4:35 AM
Nearly run out of gas halfway up the hill to work. I coast back down, fill up, and then head back to work again.

4:45 AM
Arrive at the station. Who are all these people? Please don't talk to me. I don't know any of your names. I load up a live van, get ready to go, but have to wait for my reporter, Drew to get there.

5:00 AM
Still waiting.

5:15 AM
Reporter arrives. He says hello to me in the parking lot, and then I wait for the next 5 minutes.

5:20 AM
We leave in the live truck and head to Canby, Oregon.

6:00 AM
Arrive at the love shot location. It's a blueberry farm.
Oh man, this is weird. I was half-expecting to do a sex offender story.

6:01 AM - NOON
All a blur. I remember an overly-energetic reporter showing lots of stuff, asking crazy questions to migrant workers, and stuffing his face with blueberries. Beyond all that, I don't remember much else.

In the early afternoon, I'm released to enjoy the rest of my day. All in all, not to bad. And, while it was fun, I'm not ready to do it again anytime soon.

The infinite sadness:
I'm not calling it dead yet [see photo at top of post]. After all the coffee evaporates from the insides of the camera, it might magically work. It worked after I dropped it down a flight of stairs. It worked after I accidently threw it from a moving scooter in Las Vegas. It worked fabulously for several months with no working LCD screen. So, I'm not writing off my CCD coma baby just yet.

I've had that little camera in my pocket every day for almost 2 years. I've shot well over three thousand photos with it. And, with only 2 megapixels, it ran riot over all my friends and family's digital cameras. Little elph, I'm prying for you.

And, that is all for today. My laptop screen will now fly at half staff raised.