Seriously? Why bother? Why not just get hopped up on caffeine and speed, and I'll never need to sleep again. I'll just live my life in an exhausted drug fury. That's got to be easier than the crap I go through.
So, last night I played Bookworm on Yahoo games until 1.
voyageofbeagle warned me that I would rue the day I find the game, but my curiosity got the best of me. Bookworm is Yahoo's version of Boggle. I suck at Boggle so bad even
slacker_97 can beat me. So why did I stay up until 1 playing? I dunno.
I decide to go to bed, and I get all wrapped up in thinking about tonight's Carnivale panel. Fair enough. I'm excited. It's an exciting thing. But then somehow, and I'm still not sure how, that shifted into an internal rant about how much I hate Buffy.
My brain is a scary place.
So I force myself to stop thinking about that, eventually, somehow. Finally, finally I drift off to sleep. All is well, right? Except, I started dreaming about Gone With the Wind. And not the fun parts where Rhett sweeps me off my feet and I swoon in his arms. No, the horrible part where Atlanta is burning. My sleep was very thin, I was constantly waking up, until the alarm went off, which I ignored for almost an hour.
Here I am. It's 9:00. I'm at the LEC. I don't think I have anybody to tutor today. I'm going to hang out until 11:30, at which time I will be going to a panel called Homosexuality and Spirituality: Dispelling the Myths, and then I will run to the bank, and then I will go pick up
slacker_97 from work, and then we will go to LA to the Director's Guild of America where we will meet up with
voyageofbeagle and a good time will be had by all!
Also, I made this icon yesterday. It's lame and simple, but i like it.
So, last night I played Bookworm on Yahoo games until 1.
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I decide to go to bed, and I get all wrapped up in thinking about tonight's Carnivale panel. Fair enough. I'm excited. It's an exciting thing. But then somehow, and I'm still not sure how, that shifted into an internal rant about how much I hate Buffy.
My brain is a scary place.
So I force myself to stop thinking about that, eventually, somehow. Finally, finally I drift off to sleep. All is well, right? Except, I started dreaming about Gone With the Wind. And not the fun parts where Rhett sweeps me off my feet and I swoon in his arms. No, the horrible part where Atlanta is burning. My sleep was very thin, I was constantly waking up, until the alarm went off, which I ignored for almost an hour.
Here I am. It's 9:00. I'm at the LEC. I don't think I have anybody to tutor today. I'm going to hang out until 11:30, at which time I will be going to a panel called Homosexuality and Spirituality: Dispelling the Myths, and then I will run to the bank, and then I will go pick up
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Also, I made this icon yesterday. It's lame and simple, but i like it.