it's currently 10 am, and i'm wide awake. not only that, but i've been up for about half an hour. what's wrong with me?!?!
besides losing my supernatural ability to sleep forever, i also have lost any confidence that i ever had in our current regime. for god's sake, he shot his own friend! and if the guy had died, we would've had a vice president standing trial for manslaughter! oh, that would've almost been too good. thankfully, though, the good old boy survived his assassination attempt (one of the benefits of slaughtering small forest creatures with somebody of "importance", i suppose).
ok, really, the anger displayed above should probably be directed at my thumb. it hurts. a lot. which is kind of frustrating. it's that little poochy bit in the palm-ish area just below the actual jutting-out "thumb" part. holy fuck, i just reread that line... maybe i should force myself to go back to sleep... anywho, yeah, thumb = pain. maybe there's a nerve in there that's inflamed. or maybe i should never do laundry by hand ever again. -grumble, grumble, stupid fucking washing machine crapping out on me, grumble, fist shake, mumble-
not too much to report back on around here. Grey's Anatomy last night was decent, if a little too emotional. i don't usually watch that show, so i had really no idea what was going on, but i think i figured out who was who with about 4 minutes to go in the hour. yeah for me! haha... my poor roomie. she just wanted to watch her show and there i was, "hey, who's that? what's her name? are they together? why is she thinking about him?"
my bed calleth. i'll probably just read, but that's still better than sitting here staring at a screen. i think. anywho, cheers!
maybe i am a cat... a very ungraceful cat...
