6AM-8AM, I am starting to wind down, starting to feel it.

This is my sign. But despite it being in front of my face every time I went on air, I still managed to say this phrase. When I slipped up, people beat me.

Caitlin, my final on-site producer. You were so groovy, so cool. Thank you, dear, for getting me through the final stretch.

Wake up! It's only 7:10!

Perhaps I need to wake up first. I think part of my exhaustion is due to the exorbitant number of times we listened to Ian Drur's "Spasticus Autisticus." If I never hear that song again, it will still be too soon.